When it finally quit going wrong Just good folks. That’s how I’d describe the 150 or so people, overwhelmingly Canadian, who attended our Reist/Archer family reunion near the little farming communities of Didsbury and Olds north of Calgary. Sure, there...
…except when it mattered. With a tip’o the hat to that rode-hard-put-away-wet cowboy crooner cum hippie, Willie Nelson, I’m: “On the road again, I just can’t wait to get on the road again . . . Goin’ places that I’ve never...
A sentimental journey home! Cruise the blogosphere for for any length of time and, count on it, you’ll come across a bunch of sites devoted to travel. Love Travelling. Dan Flying Solo. A Broken Backpack. The Path Less Pedaled. Nowhere. The list goes on and...
Against machine guns and poison gas After dinner here in Oban, our gang walked back to our B&B along the water front, past a small, grassy square. There were about 20 men and women with bag pipes and drums, playing, marching and rehearsing for what, I assumed was...
The Lord still inhabits the praises of his people Last winter my sister, Linda, and her husband came to Colorado for a visit. Don’t ask me how, but they managed to wedge it in amongst all their other globe girdling trips. As I’ve said of them before,...