Nothing Ever Happens on My Street
Reporting on the minutiae of the day
The sun is beginning to set on my group's Rosemary Beach Trip. First up today, things got off to a shaky start...and I'm not just talking about my rusty biking skills. I jumped on my kid's bike and gamely rode down the bike path to see what I could find. Destination One was the first… Continue reading Rosemary Beach: Day Four
This morning started with a long bike ride from Rosemary Beach down the 30A with a stop for donuts at Charlie's Donuts, a truck set in Alys Beach that serves donuts delivered from their main bakery in Bonflay, FL. It just looked good and they were just opening. I got in line behind two people… Continue reading Rosemary Beach: Day Three
The first full day of vacation is when the freedom of lack of schedule and muting of responsiblilities comes into focus. Our day was unprogrammed until a 7 pm bonfire on the beach. Vacation is a magical time when the appointments of the day are something to loook forward to. That bonfire, by the way,… Continue reading Rosemary Beach: Day Two
Vacations with friends often start early, in the dark of morning, with clandestine meetings in parking lots. Well, my friend-group vacations start that way. This trip started quietly in an and industrial park parking lot, but very quickly turned into a tourist vacation to Rosemary Beach, FL, a wee piece of Panama City. To get… Continue reading Rosemary Beach – Day One
Just one last thing about traveling… Coming home. As in, literally walking in the front door. Coming home from a trip to people or pets is a fantastic way to be greeted. Your tribe misses you (I hope!) and they physically reestablish your connection with hugs, wagging tails, and whatever it is cats do. How… Continue reading Welcome Home
I don’t fly very often, maybe once or twice every year or so, but I’ve been extremely lucky during those trips. No horrendous delays, or passenger mayhem, or clogged up TSA lines. Granted, I generally fly into and out of smaller airports (CVG – Cincinnati is my home base) which eases the stresses of large… Continue reading Up in the Air
This morning I ate my last breakfast in the south at least for a while and though I did get thisclose to getting grits, the chicken on a biscuit at Al's Diner captured my gastric imagination. Yep, pretty harsh treatment to my system after last night's vegan/gluten free dinner, but there you have it. I… Continue reading Pittsboro in the Morning…Cincy in the Evening
