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Suzette was a gift to my parents. Big mistake. Who gives a dog to unsuspecting parents? My Dad had grown up with Newfoundlands. Now that is an impressive dog. I am sure that a poodle would not have been Dad’s … Continue reading →

Yellowstone National Park teemed with a magnificent, if restrained, wildness. That was good enough for me. Impressive and defiant Buffalo grazed, though not in herds of millions. I was thrilled just to see these living monuments of an wondrous historic … Continue reading →

Korczak Ziolkowski had to be insane. He may have worked on Mt Rushmore but this artistic endeavor, commissioned by the Oglala Lakota Chief, Henry Standing Bear, just seemed like a job only Sisyphus could handle. And some among the Sioux … Continue reading →

Jackson Hole Wyoming offered a couple of shoot-outs a day…maybe they still do. We stayed for one but I couldn’t get the family to hang around for re-runs. The stores along the wooden sidewalks offered other distractions with shelf after … Continue reading →

Where had all the people gone? Intertribal aggression, disease or an environmental Armageddon? I was amazed at the cliff structures and sad that they were no longer occupied. Climbing around the pueblo dwellings, I was immersed in the mystery of … Continue reading →

Our month long expedition across the United States seemed at times to be an extended tutorial on American History. This subject was Dad’s academic focus in graduate school and as a professor. And he loved the subject and clearly hoped … Continue reading →

Well before Chevy Chase dragged his poor pooch along the highway in Summer Vacation, Dad unfortunately made the mistake years earlier. Suzette never forgave him. As we moved through the middle of America, the heat was off the charts, at … Continue reading →

Camping had a few trials and tribulations. The Outhouse was one of the horrendous places to explore on your own…especially at night…with a weak flashlight…when the wind howled in the trees. It seemed inevitable that we would be forced, due … Continue reading →

We were not traveling as the crow flies. There was no direct line on our AAA map from Connecticut to Washington state. Our wagon seemed drawn to historic sites. Like magnets, their force was powerful in my Dad’s universe. If … Continue reading →

My family could rarely get me out of the Davy Crockett outfit. For this portrait, I was insistent that I be allowed to wear my coonskin hat…but higher authorities prevailed. The shirt moved west with us along with my spirit … Continue reading →