Gypsy Tour Photoblog

Tuesday, November 8 to Sunday, November 13: six days and three states, about 1,700 miles, and lots of fun. My riding companions were my Tucson friend Dave on a BMW RT1200 and my son Gregory on an Indian Chief. Dave and I rode to Las Vegas to hook up with my son, who lives there. […]

Air-Minded: Planes of Fame Photoblog II

On a motorcycle trip in April 2015 I visited and photoblogged the Planes of Fame Museum in Valle, Arizona. The Arizona facility is an annex of the main Planes of Fame Museum in Chino, California. This time around I pointed my Honda west toward Los Angeles and dropped in on the main facility. As with the […]

Trumped

Early on Election Day, I got on my motorcycle and headed out on a six-day trip. I knew I’d hear no news until arriving at my first night’s destination, but was confident that by then Hillary Clinton would be on her way to a landslide victory, a blue Senate sweeping in with her. So here we are, one week later. […]

Something Better to Think About

Good thing I voted by mail, because Tuesday, November the 8th—election day—I’m heading out on a five-day, three-state motorcycle trip. As always, the closer I get to a mini-Gypsy run, the more it occupies my thoughts, to the point where everything else is pushed aside. Good luck, Hillary … this supporter has voted and moved […]

Wednesday Bag o’ Genes: a Birthday Photoblog

This post is all about me. Me, me, me. But hey, at least you’ll see some photos to break up the monotony! I turned 70 on Halloween. I remember, as a kid, calculating how old I’d be when Halley’s Comet came. The year would be 1986 and I’d be 40. I couldn’t imagine either number: […]

My Not-So-Secret Ballot

For me, voting was a slam dunk—with the exception of two ballot items, Pima County Treasurer and Arizona Proposition 205. The incumbent county treasurer, a Republican, is running unopposed. After the impeachment of President Bill Clinton, led by a cabal of serial philanderers, I vowed never to vote for another Republican. I meant it and have kept my […]

Criminalism Is the New Birtherism

During October’s visitor onslaught, one of our guests came packing a cold. She passed it on to Donna, then her own daughter, then me, then another guest. The only one to escape was our granddaughter Taylor, whose visit coincided with the weekend Typhoid Mary was away on a side trip. Donna’s better now, as am I. […]