Roadtrip USA: Some Final Thoughts

Roadtrip USA: Some Final Thoughts

So the cat’s out of the bag. At least it is if you came to Saturday Morning Live improv this past Saturday, where Dixie and I got to be students for a change (way fun!) or if you were lucky enough to get tickets to see Improv Playhouse in Santa Cruz on Friday night....
Roadtrip USA: Day Eighty-three

Roadtrip USA: Day Eighty-three

Earlier this month we had the privilege of hanging out at the Pine Ridge Lakota Reservation. A friend who really knows the place (you know who you are), has family and friends there, and very kindly took us on a historical tour, stopping by the mass grave at Wounded...
Roadtrip USA: Day Sixty-nine

Roadtrip USA: Day Sixty-nine

At the start of this road trip, there were certain things I really wanted to see: Big Bend National Park in Texas, Niagara Falls, Yellowstone; and so far they have all lived up to the hype, though I wasn’t prepared for the heartbreaking poverty in the city of...
Roadtrip USA: Day Fifty-nine

Roadtrip USA: Day Fifty-nine

When it was clear my father was dying, I asked him how he’d appear to me once he’d died. I explained to him how my deceased friend visited his wife as a blue heron, how Dixie’s mom came to her as a ladybug. He thought about it for a few seconds, his eyes closed, his...
Roadtrip USA: Day Forty-nine

Roadtrip USA: Day Forty-nine

I call my GPS Sacagawea. She’s been a tremendous help on this road trip across the United States. Don’t get me wrong, I love my maps, but when it comes to negotiating our way through, say, Montgomery Alabama’s inner city to the Memorial for Peace and Justice (aka the...
Roadtrip USA: Day Twenty-eight

Roadtrip USA: Day Twenty-eight

There are a lot of reasons to love Dixie Cox. Anyone who knows her knows this. She gives the best hugs. Is funny. Genuine. Generous. But here’s another reason to love her: wherever we go, be it campsite, trail walk through the desert, slow amble along a river, she...