4,000 Goals In Blackburn, Lancashire

As I wrote before, sometimes sports heroes need to be viewed from a distance. Similarly, a bit of squinting is sometimes needed to understand why someone follows a particular team, when there is no readily apparent geographic connection by neighborhood, city, or even state or county (in the British sense of counties, not the American).Continue reading “4,000 Goals In Blackburn, Lancashire”

Lessons From The Road: Adventures Of Newbie Travel Traileristas, A Coda (Kinda)

Finally got our trailer back. Mostly. A jury-rigged dinette seat because Gulf Stream has basically shut down all ‘woodworking’ since March 2020. But it is back in our driveway and no one died in the transport of the trailer, which means I didn’t forget anything in the last several months about hauling a giant tinContinue reading “Lessons From The Road: Adventures Of Newbie Travel Traileristas, A Coda (Kinda)”

Heroes Of Blurry Vision

Tom Brady grew up playing at Serra High in San Mateo, following Joe Montana. He went to University of Michigan where he had a solid if not startling career, and was drafted in the 5th round by the Patriots.  He came into the league with little fanfare, but when Drew Bledsoe was injured, Brady steppedContinue reading “Heroes Of Blurry Vision”

Backyard Eggs – The New Bitcoin

So. The tape. Oh, that tape. Well, it speaks for itself, and hopefully those chickens are coming home to roost in Georgia soon enough … so instead, I’ll stick to why you actually came here – urban chickenology! Chickens make a better topic than Lame Duck L’orange anyway. If you remember our chickens, those threeContinue reading “Backyard Eggs – The New Bitcoin”

Lessons From The Road: Adventures Of Newbie Travel Traileristas, Part IX

A day of quiet, exploring tidepools and spying a pending pinniped invasion, and remembering why Twilight sucked at the end.

Lessons From The Road: Adventures Of Newbie Travel Traileristas, Part VIII

We moved north in Oregon, landing at Coos Bay after saying good-bye to M’s brothers in Bandon. And we were, in fact, able to park without knocking over cars or power poles.