Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on Ma Head

I didn’t mention previously that, in preparation for this trip–during which I expected to present publicly, I’d gone to the trouble having my hair done just before I left Iowa.  I a...

Headin’ to New York

I reached the Cedar Rapids airport on Thursday morning.  Most memorable about the drive was seeing two different semis stuck in the highway median and a third badly damaged from where it had gone int...

New York, New York…

Now, this is the kind of trip I like, a combination of business and pleasure. First, business.  I’m scheduled to present during the Harry T. Burleigh’s Annual Service of Negro Spirituals ...

Three Days in Dubuque–Day Three

Busy day started with a stop at the Dubuque Arboretum and Botanical Gardens. It seems that I missed much of the gardens, but the trees, shrubs and various decorations were enjoyable to view along the ...

Three Days in Dubuque–Day Two

Even though I hadn’t asked for a wake-up call, I was highly motivated to check out of the room early.  Got some breakfast and did a little shopping before heading to my primary objective for th...

Three Days in Dubuque–Day One

On Thursday morning, it suddenly hit me that the Labor Day weekend was approaching, and I REALLY didn’t want to spend it in Grinnell.  The answer:  a one-tank trip.  Relatively inexpensive an...

The Home Stretch

I got the early start I’d hoped for that Sunday morning.  There were only two stops in Little Rock: the historic Central High School, site of the first effort by nine African American students ...

Ghosts of Oak Alley Plantation

During my short drive through Vacherie, Louisiana, on Saturday morning, I wasn’t paying much attention to the green stalks rising from the roadside fields at first because I see so much corn gro...

A Three-Hour Tour,…

(Really, the trip’s only 45 minutes each way, but you get the point of the title–I hope–and if you don’t, you should watch more 60’s television.) Friday was thankfully an...

Tamiami Loop,… and Tallahassee, Too

One thing I learned from my past visits to national parks is that some are not entirely civilized–or more accurately, near civilization’s accoutrements, such as gas stations, stores or res...