Daniel Adler(s) View the End of a RTW Trip

So we’ve been having a pretty good time hanging out in India. Despite what some may think of as “dicking around,” they don’t have half an idea of what we’ve been doing with our days, since it’s very boring to read about someone sitting in different rooftop restaurants and drinking mango lassis and reading and… Continue reading Daniel Adler(s) View the End of a RTW Trip

Daniel Adler Remembers the USA

I remember the USA. When I first crossed it, we talked about how awesome it was over dinner, when the ladies who had been working the counter for thirty-five years, who had probably had countless affairs with truck drivers, and who were long past their prime, served us eight dollar steaks and split pea soup.… Continue reading Daniel Adler Remembers the USA

What Makes Italy Italian (And The U.S. American)

Past the Piazza Plebisicito where all the statues of great men in Neapolitan history stand in their alcoves, down the line from Roger the Norman with his ancient mustache and weird neckbeard, to Charles III with his French coif to Ferdinand I of the Two Sicilies with his Hapsburg jaw; past the building, two hundred… Continue reading What Makes Italy Italian (And The U.S. American)

California’s Coast is a National Monument

Highway 1 in Big Sur feels different from the rest of the coast. The rolling San Lucinda mountains parallel the sea for miles, corrugating beside the short sandy shore. Pale green hills rise a thousand feet into the sky. Ochre cliffs have been bitten away by erosion, and forest pines cling to the moss-speckled granite.… Continue reading California’s Coast is a National Monument

Why California is So Sad

Always in the mountain time zone there is the feeling of being near to the Pacific. But there is two hundred miles until you get to the state before the state that has coast, then another three hundred miles until you can hear the surf. Badlands begin, or its mountains and crazy geological preterition two… Continue reading Why California is So Sad

Go West Young Man

In the bayous the live oaks are hung with Spanish moss and vines crawling all up an down ’em and egrets prance around and a weak breeze floats the pine boughs and waves the oak limbs. Above the sky is high and blue rich light Southern. There’s something quite different about driving west. Horace Greeley… Continue reading Go West Young Man

Louisiana and the Mouth of the Mississippi

As I tweeted today at Oak Alley Plantation, the area along the Mississippi between New Orleans and Baton Rouge was once known as Millionaire’s Row and had the most money in the entire country. Just imagine the steamboats and the rafts and floating wigwams working up and down the river a hundred fifty years ago…… Continue reading Louisiana and the Mouth of the Mississippi

Daniel Adler Down in the Delta

This morning we went to the Waffle House. Daniel Adler got his hash browns smothered (onions), popped (jalapenos), diced (tomatoes) and capped (mushrooms), a hot cup of coffee, grits, eggs with the yolks holded. Then we went to the Full Gospel Tabernacle to see Bishop Al Green. He talked about Adam and how he turned… Continue reading Daniel Adler Down in the Delta

My Journey Continues: From Arkansas to Memphis

In northeast Arkansas the sunlight filters through the cumulus clouds, flat and gray on the bottom and lined in white gold, and shadows stream down in diagonal rays of particles onto the field like a faint black mist but it’s clear carolina blue right above us and white in the distance near the horizon. In… Continue reading My Journey Continues: From Arkansas to Memphis