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…