Where are we going and how did we get in this hand-basket?

I think we can all agree that this year has not turned out like any of us thought, right? Who would’ve predicted murder hornets? Not me, certainly. I had my money on “plagues of locust,” but then I’m old school. Needless to say, I didn’t win this round of Apocalypse Bingo. I have higher hopes…Continue readingWhere are we going and how did we get in this hand-basket?

Get notified when my new travel book drops.

Do you like to travel? Can you read? Then you should buy—and maybe even read—my forthcoming travel advice book. Why? Because after writing ads and trotting the globe for 30+ years, I’ve finally written a book about it—with chapters and everything. You’ll learn stuff like: Where to vacation when you only speak English What to…

Last flight out of Marrakech: Our mostly true tale of survival during a global pandemic.

In March of 2020, while we were working our way through Portugal and Morocco, a global pandemic was working its way through China, Korea, Europe, and even the United States. The coronavirus—or “COVID-19” as everyone calls it except Trump—is catchier than the Baby Shark song, and only slightly less destructive to humanity. Surviving the global…Continue readingLast flight out of Marrakech: Our mostly true tale of survival during a global pandemic.

No city crams in more Europe per square inch than Porto, Portugal.

Experience Europe in its most concentrated form.

Greetings from Hell: My long overdue return to Florida.

Twenty three years after I left Florida for my career, it was time to return to my adopted hometown.Continue readingGreetings from Hell: My long overdue return to Florida.

Unsolicited opinions about unfamiliar places.

Travel writing where the destination is almost beside the point.

Steep Ravine, CA: Tired of hotels with electricity, heat, and indoor plumbing?

Let me tell you about Mount Tamalpais State Park in Marin County, California.

Sorry, my report on this destination is still pending.

Sure, I’m a retired now, but writing travel reports hardly qualifies as a good reason not to lie by the pool. So I’ll get around to finishing this report when I get around to it. Okay? Okay. Come back in a few weeks, it might be up by then, you know…if it rains a lot.

What to do in Ithaca, NY other than getting drunk, stoned, or a college degree.

Ithaca puts two schools of higher learning—bastions of radical, anti-establishment, and progressive thought—on the southern tip of Cayuga Lake, the middle finger of the Finger Lakes Region.