Author Archives: Whittoons

OTY: I trusted my intrepid Two Stroke Saab to carry me from Boston to Alaska. And though I left a blue cloud in my wake (owners needed to pour oil in with the gas at every fill-up), the tin can … Continue reading →

And so begins a tale of two river runs some forty years and half a world apart. The first run was on the Yukon River as a crewman working for the Yutana Barge Company out of Nenana, Alaska. The second … Continue reading →

The New York Times just ran a spread (Idyllic Island, Toxic Workplace 4/28/21) that obliterated one of our top epicurean fantasies. Back in 2019, we had saved up to splurge for a Birthday celebration for Michele at the Willows Inn. … Continue reading →

American Samoa and Western Samoa Approaching a small island in the mid-Pacific, it is a bit of a relief to see land after flying above such a vast expanse of water.  On landing, my taxi driver tried to rip me … Continue reading →

Even with reservations, the rush was on to get into Roozengaard. No reminders to stay 6 feet apart while waiting in line or in the bunched up starting gate. And they’re OFF! We looked for the path less taken. The … Continue reading →

Not just the heat hit me, but the cost of everything was inflated. I clearly needed to get a job while I searched the docks for a sailboat to Tahiti.  Ala Moana shopping mall was looking for seasonal labor of … Continue reading →

In an instant, Mom transformed into Calamity Jane and went after the drunken Zombies. There was no stopping her. I was startled to watch my mother in action defending the homestead. They were dumbstruck and did not hesitate to leave … Continue reading →

Oh…DAMN!  Was I just too gullible?  Was this a “stick-up”?  Was he after my gear?  I had nowhere to go.  I had to just await what fate had instore.  I certainly was not going to wrestle “Lenny” for the weapon … Continue reading →

The Zombie Apocalypse was here. The inebriated undead attempted to move right into our campsite. Well OK, they might not have been quite undead, but they were in a drunken stupor as they crept towards us. With mush for brains, … Continue reading →