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48 Hours in New York City

It is an inevitable feeling, one that leaves me all twisted up inside every time we board a plane/train/automobile and make the trek back to Louisville from wherever our travels have taken us.  I don’t want to leave.  I want to go back.  I need to go back.  This feeling was ever apparent on our recent trip to New York …

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48 Hours in San Francisco

Mission Dolores Park, San Francisco “This is what the term ‘melting pot’ means” I muse to Z.  We are in the process of scaling one of San Francisco’s famously steep streets, lines of cars parked perpendicular to the sidewalk, a precarious sight.  A gust of wind thrown just the right way would surely send them toppling like dominos to the …

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48 Hours in Dallas

The Klyde Warren Park – aka the Deck Park – built over an old freeway in Uptown I take a bite and am instantly transported to a campfire, deep in the woods.  We are dining on gently roasted potatoes and hen of the woods mushrooms, both of which have been soaking up the essence of a wood-fire for what must …