When someone hits a rough patch in life, it's difficult to know what you should say, or if you should just keep your mouth shut. Here's advice from a widower.
New Year’s Day is a great day for pushing your life’s reset button, and this series is designed to support you, using what I've learned from my own life reset.
Route 66, "America's Highway" runs parallel to I-40 from time to time, but not all the way through. Dusty and I took it for several stretches from New Mexico to California.
The outlaw Jesse James holed up there. A quick internet search revealed that he wasn't the nastiest villain to do so. Why do we celebrate rogues and gangsters?
When I planned my 2010 road trip, three destinations were set in stone, including Hannibal, Missouri, birthplace of America's best, brightest and most prescient social observer, Mark Twain.
Any motorcyclist will tell you to GET OFF the interstates to find the soul of a place and I did that whenever possible. Using my trusty Roadside America I found plenty to do along Highway 36 after leaving Colorado, beginning with They Also Ran, also known as the "Gallery of Presidential Also-Rans. "
Looking back, I don’t know why I expected the Wyoming Frontier Prison Museum to be fun. Perhaps I succumbed to the pop culture that celebrates and immortalizes crooks like Jesse James, Billy The Kid, Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid but sends into obscurity saints who raise orphans and nurse the sick.
Stopping in Logan,UT for a bite to eat, my pink bra caught the attention of the manager, who asked about my ride and where I was headed. Turns out I would have missed Bear Lake if she hadn't reached out, and that would have been most unfortunate.
One of the Conga founders, a Canadian named Flo Fuhr, told me something that I took to heart. “Tam, the people who ride with you are doing it because they want to take care of you. Let them do that -- let them take care of you.” And take care of me, they did.