I’m in Alaska now. The real Alaska and not the place some of us go inside our heads when we need wilderness and alone time and the thought that the land behind the hill goes on forever. One thing that travel has taught me is that the world is not as unkind and uncommon as…

Yesterday my son Andrew and I knocked out our second trip to the dump and I know you are all dying to hear about this great American adventure. Hold your horses a second because you need a little Radish dump background. I grew up in a tiny Wisconsin town called Big Bend where street lights…

I been whining like a baby for a long time about missing the mountains, noise, traffic, heat, overbuilding, concrete, and the steady stream of people moving like a string of endless ants toward palm trees and weather that barely changes from hot to hotter.  Florida is a beautiful state, especially the middle slice with ranches…