My dad is the hardest working person I know. He’s a wheat farmer in Montana, and to say it’s a demanding job would be an understatement. But he’s good…
Australia is obviously a pretty big country (almost as big as the U.S. in fact), so there was no way we could begin to see it all in two…
I suppose H could also stand for: “Hitting the Open Road,” or “Honk”…as in, that’s what happend a few times when I forgot which side of the road I…
Seasons greetings….happy holidays…and a thousand apologies. In the short time my blog has been in existence, this is by far the longest I have gone in between posts. More…
I woke up this morning and for a second I actually forgot which city I was in. No, seriously. In the last two weeks, I’ve been home a grand…
Just like the first part of this Chicago post, Kasey and I picked up right where we left off. Sometimes we can go weeks (or even months) without talking,…
When I told my friends I was going to Chicago for four days to visit my chef friend Kasey, the immediate response was: “Oh, you guys must have some…
When my California friends asked where I was spending the 4th of July and I told them “The Jersey Shore,” I’m pretty sure images of fist pumping, GTL, The…