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Driving from New Orleans to Atlanta has led me through forests and swamps, through small towns and big cities, and past civil war and civil rights memorials. No question the complexity of the South is manifest in the landscape, down to the people who are buried in the tough red dirt. It’s amazing the personalities…

It’s no secret that I’ve got a serious crush on Gal Holiday and her band, the Honky Tonk Revue. I hear some pretty fabulous music all over the world, but no other singer has stolen my heart quite like Gal (Vanessa Niemann). The band rocks, the music is fresh, and her voice is like butter…

“I think I’d like to dip my toes in the Chatahoochee River.” That’s how most of my journeys begin—a crack of the atlas, a glance at the map, and a sudden longing to reach that place on the page. Long before we smell the souk or walk on the beach, we read a name—on a…

“So, what do you remember about the road?” I ask. “Traffic!” laughs Jim, and the rest of the table echoes the word. “Traffic and more traffic! Real busy,” they add. “Narrow as hell,” says Harv, and his eyes stop, thinking back to that time in his life traveling down a road that no longer exists.…

I ran a red light and didn’t get caught. I was walking down Main Street at a good pace—almost 3 miles an hour—when I saw the red light at the intersection. But I just kept going, right through that intersection and on towards the courthouse, then back again. Yep, I ran that red light two…

Perhaps the greatest advantage to my semi-nomadic lifestyle is that I am prevented from watching too much news. Honestly, I cannot remember the last time I turned on a hotel television (I don’t have time) or listened to any of the running drivel that spills from the airport CNN (thank goodness for noise-cancelling headphones). Only…

I love toponyms (place names), because they reveal so much—and yet so little—about the places they are meant to typify. It was snowing in Minneapolis (Sioux Mni = “water”; Greek polis = “city”) when I boarded a flight for Kalispell, and briefly imagined that Kalispell was the name of some flaxen-haired, rose-lipped pioneer beauty in…

Seconds after updating my Facebook, San Francisco comes out to play. Don is back from Bali, Spud invites me to the office, George texts “Drinks in the Castro!” and Jason wants to grab lunch. Andrew Nelson is in New Orleans but delivers one of his no-fail food missions (Go to Tartine! Get the orange rolls).…

The problem with business trips is that they tend to be more business than “trip.” At first, the destination may sound thrilling and exotic, but the reality of airport, hotel, conference room and taxi is anything but. Most business travel happens within the confines of comforts that actually keep us from sinking our teeth into…