Author: Fuzzygalore

Rider, adventurer, traveler, weirdo, lover of love, and all around curious person. Trying to squeeze the fun-juice out of each and every day.
Are You Ready to See the Greatest Mural Ever?

Are You Ready to See the Greatest Mural Ever?

Hands down, the most incredible mural I saw while visiting Lynn, Massachusetts, and perhaps that I’ve ever seen is this collab between JPO and Miss Zukie.

“Zukies are a fluffy and chubby character that don’t talk,” the Peru native said. “They communicate with facial expressions and thought bubbles.”

They sound like my people!

I’m in love.

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See this mural on Google Maps. Better yet, go see it in person. It is awesome!

Miss Zukie


Beyond Walls – Lynn, Massachusetts Murals and Vintage Neon

Beyond Walls – Lynn, Massachusetts Murals and Vintage Neon

The town of Lynn, Massachusetts has been incredible-ized by a program called Beyond Walls, which features neighborhood beautification with vintage neon, sculpture and gorgeous murals.

We activate spaces that foster more livable, economically viable, and equitable communities while retaining the voice and integrity of area residents.

On Saturday I zipped up north to take in the sights. It was fantastic. Never having been to Lynn before, I found myself wishing I had company and time to stay the night and explore all the nooks and crannies on foot. The downtown area featured walkable streets with interesting sights. It seemed like a great place to have a drink and go for a stroll on a warm spring evening.

Here are a few of the sights from my day trip:


New Haven Pit Stop – Louis’ Lunch

New Haven Pit Stop – Louis’ Lunch

A few weeks ago, Kenny and I stopped by Louis’ Lunch, “the birthplace of the hamburger sandwich” in New Haven, Connecticut. A joint that’s been slingin’ the same patties since 1895 must be doing something right, right? I figured it was worth a look-see.

While the burger wasn’t my thing, I loved the potatoe salad. And the ambiance can’t be beaten if you’re interested in nostalgic eateries. Watching their throwback toaster and their burger broilers in action is a unique experience.

The restaurant is small and I’ve read the line can be out the door and the wait for food, quite long. Kenny and I lucked out, walking right up to the counter to order. But while we waited for our noms, the place filled wall-to-wall in a blink.

Know before you go: Cash only and you get the burger their way. It’s served on white toast, medium-rare, with the choice of the following toppings: cheese, onion, and tomato. Don’t even think about asking for ketchup or fries, you will be killed.

Louis’ Lunch
261 Crown Street
New Haven, CT 06511-6611

Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown: West Virginia

Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown: West Virginia

Season 11 Episode 1 of Anthony Bourdain’s show Parts Unknown features West Virginia. The show moves through McDowell County and the towns of Welch and War, both of which I passed through in the spring of 2017.

In my post about the day in Welch, I said:

Secrets you could never know just by passing through.

For me, this episode was particularly interesting because it was like someone pulled back the curtain just a smidge, and I was able to get some insight into people’s lives. I really enjoyed and recommend the show.

Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown is on CNN.
West Virginia Field Notes



My Favorite Antidote to Digital Life

My Favorite Antidote to Digital Life

I’m currently reading The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid: A Memoir by Bill Bryson, an author I love. He has an incredible talent for weaving humor into his keen observations. His books read like he’s talking to me from across the living room while I sit giggling in my chair.

This story tells of his growing up in the 1950’s in Des Moines, Iowa. Though that’s a couple decades before my time, there are childhood realities weaved throughout the book which ring true to me and probably every kid that grew up before the internet came into our homes. The ways we as kids passed and experienced time were just different then.


A few months ago, I saved a piece from the New Yorker that pulled an adjacent thread for me – Before the Internet by Emma Rathbone. I too remember the time before the internet. I remember being outside all day. I remember what it was like to have to amuse myself instead of having buckets of useless information poured directly into my eyeballs every second of every day.

“Then you’d walk outside and squint at the sky, just you in your body, not tethered to any network, adrift by yourself in a world of strangers in the sunlight.”

These days, partaking in information overload is at the discretion of the consumer. If you accidentally fall down the rabbit hole of looking at pictures old gas stations for two hours on Saturday morning? Hey, that’s on you. No one strapped you to the couch and said, look, dammit!

Riding my motorcycle is the perfect antidote to my propensity for internet addiction. My helmet is the place where my mind can relax and float freely. It’s the perfect place to think and unplug from digital-life. If I don’t stop cramming more data in, when can possibly I analyze and ponder what I’ve already absorbed? It’s like mind-hoarding. The inside of my brain probably looks like stacks of yellowing old newspapers that I’ll get to one day.

Though I am taking in tons of information while riding, it’s just… different. No amount of well-written prose or artfully captured image comes close to feeling, learning and knowing things experientially and filtering them through your own lens.


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