With my town’s 90 degrees, I’m reminded of this summer’s stop in dusty Santa Rosa for a dip into the Blue Hole. It lets lovely lazying on the steps with feet plunged in while observing a skunkling skirting ’round the rim. I can only imagine what one must have felt in 1930, storming through Route [...]

How’d the summer get away?

Perhaps ambition gets the best, as it’s tough doing anything but working (and playing) from the road. Most memorable is the South, and starting in Pine Bluff, AR, we’re loaded with American worry even with the beautiful leer of the Ozarks in the rear view mirror, as the highway of abandoned homes leads us to [...]