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Rolling Thunder Revisited

By |November 23rd, 2010|Categories: Dispatches|

So, where were we? Oh yeah, Springfield, Illinois. I headed south to St. Louis from there, down Interstate 55, a route I traveled a lot in college. It was somewhere in the St. Louis suburbs -- maybe Edwardsville, Illinois -- where I [...]

Cleveland: City of Light, City of Magic

By |November 2nd, 2010|Categories: Dispatches|

So, where were we? Oh yeah, Vermont, at the Sanctuary on Blueberry Lake. I headed west from there, the beginning of a slow drift back towards Texas. There were just enough nights with temperatures in the 30’s to serve as reminder that [...]


By |October 17th, 2010|Categories: Dispatches|

Oct. 15 So where were we? Oh yeah, Lowell, Mass., driving by Jack Kerouac’s grave. I headed north to Vermont from there, nothing more in mind than staring at some fall foliage, watching leaves wither and die for my amusement, the life [...]

Norman, Jack and me

By |October 8th, 2010|Categories: Dispatches|

Oct.5 So where were we? Oh yeah, Falmouth. (pronounced phall-muth, not foul mouth, in spite of my insisting otherwise). I drove by Jack Kerouac’s grave last week. Didn’t stop. Kept moving. It seemed like the right thing to do. Although, in retrospect, [...]

Couchsurfing on Cape Cod

By |October 4th, 2010|Categories: Dispatches|

Oct 4. So where were we? Oh yeah, Brooklyn. I’ve been hanging around Massachusetts – Boston and Cape Cod – since then, doing what I do best: eating other people’s food, sleeping in their driveways, being America’s Guest. I try to earn [...]

To Protect and Overserve

By |September 21st, 2010|Categories: Dispatches|

Sept. 20 -- So where we? Oh, yeah, Knoxville. I spent most of the next day driving in the rain, the last gasps of the same tropical storm that had been chasing me since Texas. I finally outran it in Virginia, somewhere [...]

Sno-Cones, Sushi and Sixty Degrees

By |September 13th, 2010|Categories: Dispatches|

Sept. 13 – Framingham, Mass. – It’s already weird here. The Traipsemobile gets stared at wherever it goes, but here the stares last a little longer and seem a little more judgmental, less, “Hey, what is that thing?” and more, “Why are [...]

Flyover America Touts the Traipsathon

By |September 9th, 2010|Categories: Dispatches|

Traipsathon fully endorses the efforts of Flyover America, an endorsement that is in no way influenced by this flattering post which details the Texas Farewell party in Dallas and makes it appear as if there might actually be a point to this [...]

The Starting Line

By |September 8th, 2010|Categories: Dispatches|

Sept. 7 --  The last time I did anything like this, 25 years ago, I knew where I was going and why.  I was going to spend the 1985-86 college basketball season driving to as many games as I could, living in [...]