While riding in North Carolina and Tennessee last fall, I saw three See Rock City barns – one of which was entirely serendipitous. Isn’t it funny how that happens? Something becomes of interest to you and it begins to show itself in unexpected places – sometimes on a path which you’ve already trod. Maybe my more »
Have you ever heard of Esmont, Virginia? I hadn’t until I found myself passing through on the way towards the tiny Rockfish post office. How had I even heard of that? Really, what’s a suburbanite from Long Island with no connection to Virginia and whose only recollection of The Waltons was, “Goodnight, Johnboy” doin’ knowin’ more »
In October of 2018, I spent some time bumming around on the Bonneville. My meandering route took me down through Virginia, North Carolina, Tennessee and Kentucky before I started making my way back east to New York through West Virginia, Maryland and Pennsylvania. Not having a set route or a plan is my usual road more »
Last night I dreamt of ravens; ravens hiding amongst a murder of crows. Try as they might to unassumingly blend with the other corvids, I saw them as clear as day. True greatness cannot remain hidden. Like water against rock, it fights it’s way free. Raven, did you come to warn me of misfortune or more »
Except, now it isn’t Tuesday anymore. It’s Sunday. And if you’re reading this in the future it might be neither one of those days, or maybe it is. The future is so unpredictable. Though I’ve thought about it a good 150 times since the calendar turned the page, this is my first official post of more »