Route 66: The Great Mother Road
My oldest memory is of Route 66. I was around three years old watching “E.T.” at the Route 66 Drive-In on Watson Road, just outside of St. Louis. The drive-in is long gone, paved...
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Car Free in America
It’s hard to live car free in America. Ever since General Motors conspired to eliminate the nation’s streetcars, our national infrastructure has been built around the automobile. You might be able to go car...
A Morning Walk
The morning coffee turned stale in my mouth. Right out the door I felt like turning back. A muggy wind blowing up from the Gulf Made me want to flee back to my bed....
The Siren Call of the Coffee Shop
I could not resist the siren call of the coffee shop. As the bus sped down the street without me. I looked down at my watch. Fifteen minutes till the next bus. An eternity...
Slippery Slope
It was an odd winter. Every day above freezing. Every night below. The sleet and freezing rain came, melted a little, and refroze. Soon the whole St. Louis area was covered with three or...
Boston, We Have a Problem
Car problems can make a mess out of any vacation. It started when I arrived at Logan Airport. I got off the plane and called my mom. She was just coming off the bridge....
Samoa Stories: Where the Streets Have No Names
In American Samoa, the streets have no names. Not officially, anyway. Sometimes people refer to “the main road”, which crosses the island, or “the airport road”, which leads to the airport. Sometimes roads are...
The Wonders of DFW Airport
DFW Airport is one of the most fascinating places I’ve ever visited. Not necessarily the most fun, but fascinating nonetheless. I really wish I could spend a couple of days exploring it, but in...
A Streetcar Named Matilda — Dallasing.com
As someone who loves history and public transit, one of my favorite things to do in Dallas is to ride the streetcar. The McKinney Avenue Transportation Authority (MATA) runs several historic trolleys through Uptown...
The Commute
The morning commute begins at dawn. I down my coffee and stumble out the door. Stuck in traffic, I see the station. And watch as the Red Line passes me by. On the platform...
