Tales of Brave Ulysses
My expectations for small town sports bars in strip malls on Sunday nights were tempered from too many conventions and business trips over the decades. There would be beer, of course, bottles and cans and maybe a draft Lite or two—domestic. Wine selections might come from a box or...
Searching Again for a Nation
I wasn’t intending to post about the Coronavirus. My plans to become location-independent and launch a real—not-virtual—series of travels to foster and track Third Act adventures might have been born during the pandemic, but they are not really related to it. The idea to experience more of the world...