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)”

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 II

(I thought I should write about RBG. But I’ve already done that on Facebook. And others are more eloquent. I thought I should write about the ACLU; but I’ve already done that and donated. So instead, I’m just going to write about something more personal and less fraught with global importance. The fight can waitContinue reading “Lessons From The Road: Adventures of Newbie Travel Traileristas, Part II”

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

What happened when we hit the road with a new travel trailer? Less death and destruction than you would think.

A Song Of Iceland: Fire Up The Jet

So you’re stuck at home with a nasty case of pandemic and budding bungling fascism. You can’t travel, which makes it hard to accomplish your lifelong dream: startling reindeer and puffins with a random primal scream. Iceland has you covered. This might be one of the more brilliant tourism promotional campaigns I’ve ever seen. TheContinue reading “A Song Of Iceland: Fire Up The Jet”

I Wanna Be A Maque Choux Man

When trying a new recipe such as Maque Choux, the first step is obvious: figure out how to pronounce it. If you’re going to try a new dish and then write about the experience like a competent cook and not an Inspector Clouseau of the kitchen, you could at least be bothered to get theContinue reading “I Wanna Be A Maque Choux Man”

Count Your Chickens Before They Lay … Because It Takes A While

Believe it or not, our chickens are still alive. Hobbes, Wonderwing, and Kylo Hen are now pullets – in other words, hormonal tweens – and have so far avoided raccoon attacks, dying of thirst, spontaneously combusting, or any of the other fates that kept me up at night ever since we set up their cardboardContinue reading “Count Your Chickens Before They Lay … Because It Takes A While”

When The Lights Go Down

Responses to what I’ve seen on Social Media, in no particular order, and with no particular judgement beyond that which is blatantly embedded in my word choices. Black lives matter. Any good cop who turns bad after all this was never a good cop in the first place. To the cops in Buffalo: maybe itContinue reading “When The Lights Go Down”