Chapter 3 January 19, 1991 Sábado My baja California trip is over. I’m sitting now in the Phoenix airport, sometime around 5 p.m. Only SEVEN hours until I board my next flight – to Philadelphia. Customs went okay – not quite as bad as Greece was. I thought I’d found the perfect spot to plant … Continue reading Cabo San Lucas – The End
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Cabo San Lucas – Chapter 3
Chapter 2 January 14, 1991 Lunes Sitting here at Squid Roe – excellent margaritas!! No buzz, but feeling like a headache is brewing. It’s from being in the sunshine too long. The Americans that come to Cabo are a strange crew. This sleepy little town seems like a magnet for peculiar people who are both … Continue reading Cabo San Lucas – Chapter 3
Cabo San Lucas – Chapter 2
Chapter 1 Two days later. I didn’t feel too hot on the flight to San Jose del Cabo and there was this very strange man sitting next to me, and then he was on the same bus to Cabo San Lucas. Gave me the creeps. It was dark when I arrived so I didn’t see … Continue reading Cabo San Lucas – Chapter 2
Cabo San Lucas – Chapter 1
January 11, 1991 It’s not quite 8 a.m. yet. I’ve been up since five. I’m on the plane to Pittsburgh, ready for takeoff. I’m not quite as nervous as I thought I would be, although this is only the beginning of a long trip which won’t end until twelve hours from now. We’re expecting 3-6 … Continue reading Cabo San Lucas – Chapter 1
Red Cups and BK and Bud Lite, Oh My! — A Cycling Tour Through Rural America
Todd and I have taken up riding again, in a last ditch effort to get fit and lose weight before we just give up and lie on the couch drinking beer and watching Family Feud. So far we’ve had two rides – the first was a 13.6-mile cycle around our town, and the second almost … Continue reading Red Cups and BK and Bud Lite, Oh My! — A Cycling Tour Through Rural America
The Weekend, Food, and the Apocalypse
The 4th of July weekend, they call it, even though the 4th doesn’t actually fall on a weekend this year, but is in fact on Tuesday. But the fireworks and explosives junkies don’t let a little detail like that derail their plans to blow shit up and generally disturb whole neighborhoods and animals alike. FIVE … Continue reading The Weekend, Food, and the Apocalypse
The Weekend, Dreams, and Butthurt
I woke this morning from a terrible dream that involved the kids and my ex and Todd was in there somewhere too but incongruously juxtaposed with the ex, and there was this weird camp/event/gathering with strangers (who were friends in the dream but who I’ve never seen before in my life). We were having dinner … Continue reading The Weekend, Dreams, and Butthurt
The Tara Chronicles 