Highway travel in the USA.
That’s just the traveling life.
We’re entering into a new world.
They don’t make things like they …
Home is where the people are normal.
I can’t say I ever thought that I would be nostalgic for the mall.
The closest thing to home my kids know.
Somewhere called home.
This is my home.
What’s worse, babies crying or grown men?
Country number 88.
… of all places.
Waxing on about the departure of a friend of the way.
Is it time to return home?
What makes a good story?
In Prague with an old friend who showed me the way.
A visit in Prague from the guy who showed me the way.