Perhaps it is harsh to call a city of a quarter of a million people “Nowhere” straight from the outset, I know I would be duly offended if and when someone refers to my own similarly sized town of Knoxville…
Check out my first two parts of my “Strange Places I’ve Called Home” series: Milwaukee, and South Florida. At first blush, Knoxville seems like an odd fit for a boy like me. It is conservative and religious, and I am…
Part 1 (Milwaukee) of “The Strange Places I’ve Called Home” series can be found here. In the history of the U.S., Has there ever been a more iconic city linked to a particular decade than Miami was to the 1980s?…
At various points throughout Patagonia, we had declared ourselves to be at “The End of the World.” Clearly our perceptions were flawed, as there was always somewhere further down the road to go. But by the time we reached Punta…
Authors Note: The idea of this series of posts came about during the usual mind-wanderings induced from a combination of a lack of caffeine and the blur that is my morning commute on the Munich public transit system. Between chapters in…