This is Tuesday. I got home around noon on Saturday having been gone for a little more than three weeks. I’m not sure why, but this trip was a mixed...

This has been a strange journey. It started out wonderfully with a family gathering—well, a partial one, anyway—at a favorite restaurant in Seattle. Name? Assaggio and it’s on 4th Avenue....

Well, my travel plans have been disrupted by the strike and a sore knee which, together have effectively screwed up the balance of my itinerary. I was supposed to complete...

The Crescent, Amtrak’s train 19, was on time when I boarded in Baltimore and remained more or less on time all the way to New Orleans . . . running...