One story starts: “I’m trying to get to Heywood and quite frankly I have no idea where I am.” The other, more ominously: “You don’t want my love. You don’t love me.”
I went for a stroll through time last weekend, but I didn’t gather stories of long-dead grifters or tragic railway men. The history I went tramping through was my own.
The first in an occasional series exploring North America’s national, provincial and state parks. ÎLES DES BOUCHERVILLES, Que.—Days later, I found a burr in my shoelaces, which touched the little girl inside me who was forever picking burrs out of clothes and hair. It was late April and though the landscape was still mostly brown […]
My first car was a Renault Cinq. I was in my early 20s, young and fresh, but the car had already had a hard life. I remember paying $300 for it, but Melani insists I talked the woman down to $200. What I do remember clearly is meeting the woman on a dusty Montreal road […]
We usually vacation the last three weeks in August. For various reasons, Road Trip 2010 started just a couple of days ago. Our destination: Atlanta, Ga. NEW YORK – People are often shocked when they learn I drive in Manhattan. They call me brave, or certifiably nutty. But driving in New York City is a […]
There are some places you just don’t go, like the bad part of town or a gated army base, or the highway entrance from de l’Eglise Ave. toward the Decarie in Verdun. The merge lane is deathly short and truck traffic headed across the island stays in the right lane. Traffic slows in the merge, […]