And, of course, information on special places we have visited back in the United States
Monango, North Dakota is a desolate place. Why my great great grandparents James Holloway and Charity Bird Holloway decided to homestead there, I’ll never know. But in my mind, it raises the coolness factor of my family dramatically. I grew… Read More ›
We had an eventful, uneventful arrival back in Charlottesville. On the train from DC, Pat executed a flawed clean and jerk of his 50-pound suitcase to the overhead storage bin in a moving train. It ended poorly with the suitcase… Read More ›
During the month we lived in California, we stayed in a basement apartment in the affluent part of San Rafael. The home stood behind a locked gate. Our apartment behind a locked door. The washer and dryer locked behind a… Read More ›
The last two mornings in Michigan, I scraped a heavy coating of frost from the car windshield. It was thick and crackly, like vanilla glaze poured over a donut. Since our rental came from Florida, we had no ice scraper,… Read More ›
When we tell people we are living Up North, they often respond, “Oh right. The UP.” But Up North is not the UP. The first time I lived in Michigan, I was in college and learned to use the top… Read More ›
The World In Between 