Lori Duff Writes
I went home again. I got off the plane, and the smell hit me in the face with the force of a Mike Tyson punch. There was garlic there in large measure, and jet fuel – sure, it was an airport. There was an overlay of stale B.O. and car exhaust, and a hint of…
Why take a tour when you can take a ghost tour? I found myself in Savannah, GA for a work conference and, because this sort of thing is what passes for a vacation for my family, I dragged them all along. They entertained themselves during the day while I was being educated but at night…
As I sit here typing, I am in a hotel room. I’m someone who doesn’t generally travel much, but I have been living out of a lot of suitcases lately. It’s not that I’m opposed to travel. The idea appeals to me greatly. There are a lot of places in the world I’d like to…