rivers of story

We remember the Alamo and read about Gettysburg.  And who doesn't know about the Titanic, or has seen the movie? But do you remember the Sultana?  Probably not. I heard the story of the Sultana steamboat while cruising the Mississippi River at Memphis.   April 27, 1865, the Sultana exploded a few miles up river …

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knowing where you are, but maybe not…

We hadn't planned on staying the night in Salt Lake City. Of course, we also hadn't planned on loosing time to an oil leak in the truck and a flat tire on the trailer.  We were two days behind on our journey and Doug wanted to make that up. But we needed fuel. And we …

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the familiar place i’d never been…

Even though I studied geography in school like any other kid, and even though I have a quilted map of the United States of America hanging on the wall above my sewing machine (doesn't everyone?)... I always thought of Indiana as a way, way, way, north state. It felt odd to leave Kentucky (to me, …

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my favorite day

We spent eleven full days visiting our son and his family in North Carolina.  Any one of those days could easily be considered a favorite.  We're not hard to please... just sitting around drinking coffee qualifies.  Did the occasional afternoon nap qualify?  Yes.  Yes it did. Fortunately we share a fondness for haunting antique shops, …

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good people

At a stop light in Corydon, Indiana, a young man jumps out of his pick-up truck and runs behind ours.  Before we can even think what's happening... "your gas cap was off", he yells with a smile and thumbs up as he jumps back into his truck... Young people learning summer jobs at the KOA …

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at home wherever you roam

In spite of the fact I can hardly wait to go places and have new experiences... it is often done with much gritting of teeth and stifled discomfort.  Doesn't make sense, does it? I want to go, but I want to stay.  I want to experience new, but I love the familiar.  I want to …

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there is more

There's a reason I'd never be a good reporter or travel writer. It's because I am a slow processor.  I'm a ponderer.  A million sights, sounds and experiences mill around in my head.  They marinate there until they can be processed through the heart and out onto paper (or screen). I planned to blog on …

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