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Brian and I have made up our minds to move to San Francisco with our dog Baxter.
We plan to drive my car, a compact 3-series BMW, loaded with all of our earthly belongings and our 2 bikes. We have several stops planned along the way and are ready to start our own life together. This blog documents our quick adventures as I spend 2 weeks between jobs, living life to the fullest with my 2 loves.
... Max Klinger's beloved Toledo Mud Hens.
I must admit that I'm more than a little disappointed not to be at the Bulls game -- but I've got a bit of New Overload myself. It happens. For whatever reason. To all of us. Yes, you too.
There was a time in my life when I would have pushed through because we were on vacation and by golly, there were things to do and sights to see and go go go go go. It was vacation after all. And those plans we made had to be ...
... the lower socio-economical part of town was filled with incredible architecture and inevitable stories.We'll be back.
Being a passenger on this trip has been interesting -- riding along the same proverbial trails I drove last year on our jaunt is both recognizable and eye-opening. It's a changed South from that of my childhood. So many remnants of places past, with the ghosts of mom and pop businesses and independent businesses long gone mingling with new construction ...
We went to several different spots around the lake and were catching all sorts of different fish.
Jeff was the first to catch a fish. Very fitting as he was the Captain for the day and then spent the rest of the day fixing up lines and re-attaching hooks after ...
... at the mountains or at the beaches. I especially loved the mountains and still do. My office had all those cheap posters of water falls, and on this trip we visited some old ones and some new.
My most healing visit was to the campus of Duke. I went there as an undergraduate, from ’67-’69. I left the fall after the National Guard came onto campus and used tear gas, ...