I’ve always liked small things and small spaces. I remember when Mom would kick us out of the house as children: I would just grab a few of books and head out to read under the picnic table. I remember spending lots of time in a two person pup tent with my next-door neighbor. You…
Category: Adelaide
Things You Wouldn’t See Back Home
“Cheap Cigarettes” – words you’d expect in the window of a gas station, but in the foyer of a library? $1.50 a pack for Seneca cigarettes it said. He had examples to show me it said. Wish I’d taken a picture of that sign for you all to see…. Craving chocolate, I stopped by the…
Why Wait?
“Do you always come down here with someone else?” I asked Lois last night at dinner. “Oh, no. No need to wait that long,” she said. My sentiments exactly. If we wait for the ideal travel partner (or any travel partner, for that matter), we may never go. So when people say, “You’re doing all…
Adelaide + Me = 90,000 miles
I pulled into the gas station and paused to make heads or tails of the place. There must have been twenty different pumps and cars going every which way. I drove slowly though the maze. A woman rolled down her window as our cars approached one another. “Oh dear,” I thought. “Am I going the…
The Census
A gentleman commented on my car the other day. This happens all the time. When you own a newer version of a car that everyone over a certain age seemed to have had at one point in their lives, they want to tell you their story. I’ve heard a lot of VW Bug stories. I…
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