Tomorrow we start on our next big road trip to the Florida Keys via the Carribean. It sounds circuitous, but we’re taking a seven-day cruise from Ft. Lauderdale before pushing southward to the tip of the state.

Some years

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It was two months ago that Earl and I flew to New York City to visit family. As I have done many times before, I booked our flights on Delta into LaGuardia Airport. It will be the last time I

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Trying to get back into the routine of our usual lives. I went swimming for the first time in forever, and then visited the local supermarket for provisions. Was reminded that for the past few weeks I hadn’t worried about

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Earl and I arrived home late yesterday afternoon. We are now in the process of unpacking, taking stock of all our souvenirs, sorting laundry, and wading through the accumulation of mail. Believe me, it’s almost knee deep.

But I would

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If this were a NASCAR race, we would be in the final lap, headed for home without a mishap so far. We have had no car problems, haven’t left a pair of glasses or a camera battery or a cellphone

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Spring Green, WI is home to two interesting, and polar opposite, attractions: Taliesin, the home built by Frank Lloyd Wright, and the House on the Rock, the home built by Alex Jordan Jr. One is exquisite, even with its signs

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In the last forty-eight hours we’ve crossed South Dakota, Minnesota, and part of Wisconsin. In that time, the scenery from our car windows has changed dramatically.

Rapid City on the western side of South Dakota was described by someone (I

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Traveling across southern South Dakota yesterday, we finally stopped in Murdo, SD, for the evening. It was intentional, since we’d seen billboards for the Pioneer Auto Museum in Murdo; and Earl loves antique autos.

We stayed at a Best Western

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Murdo doesn’t have a lock on what Earl is beginning to call the “tacky” part of our trip. We’ve spent almost three weeks looking at nature’s exhibits, and I loved every minute (except for the parts where we seemed to

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