Roads Less Traveled

My Uncle Bob was always one of my childhood heroes.  It seemed like to me he lived a life full of action and adventure working in the manly oil exploration industry back when cars got 8 MPG, Alaska was still a frontier state, and Barack Hussein Obama was just learning to hate America and fake votes for ACORN.

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Of all of the oddball relics of strange roadside Americana, the Cadillac Ranch stands tall.  I’m looking at a row of 10 rusted cars half-buried nose down in the Texas dirt,

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I am having dinner with family in Texas, and when you’ve been on the road as long as Jonathan and I, there’s nothing like a good home-cooked meal.  Continue reading →