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 …
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 …
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 …