Howard Solomon was a three-dimensional-word genius, weaving language and sculpture and play to justify his junk collecting.
I intended to write a fluffy post about the brothel, and discovered that Yeehaw was exposed to a lot more than pioneer-era bosoms.
IOWA CITY, Iowa – “We’re off to have a wild rumpus!” declared one of the Aunties. “Would you like to join us?” We were in the cemetery to see the black angel. She is tall – nine feet atop her four-foot pedestal – and beautiful. Her face is sad, chin turned slightly downward, her wings […]
Road Trip 2013—Erie, Chicago, Colorado Springs, San Jose, Portland—starts in six days. I am prepared, if preparation means thinking about what I might throw in my backpack and when I’m going to get around to having Joe the Truck washed. I’m completely prepared, if prepared also means unlocking all of North America on the Roadside […]
CLERMONT & ONA, Fla. – Of all our planned roadside attractions, the monster-truck eco-tour was the one I was most looking forward to: a 45-minute tour of a cattle and citrus farm, seen from the world’s largest 4×4. I’ll spare you every delightful detail (“We have 350 cows and just seven bulls, each of them […]
PIGEON FORGE, Tenn. – I whine and moan about places like Virginia Beach and Ocean City because I believe if you’re going to walk on the tacky side, you should cross all the way over. Jackson Hole didn’t quite get it. Wisconsin Dells really, really did. If you like your flashing lights and your nearly […]