Butterblogger Goes to Camp

At 330 this morning, the chipper alarm on my phone sounded its festive song and I roused myself from the warm cozy bed in Mom’s house in Grand Rapids. I had showered and shaved a few hours prior, and so had only to dress and replace the few items I had removed from my poorly-packed […]

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Number Fifteen: Memories of Sicily

Hoisting our swollen bags into the back of the waiting cab, I looked up and down the inky streets to where the anemic auras of the sparsely spaced streetlights labored feebly against the obsidian dark of the early morning. These narrow corridors, that only a few hour ago were alive with revelers, now sighed restfully […]

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A Moment In Ortigia

Sometimes, when I travel, it’s good not to have an agenda. It’s good to just be. To be in the time, and in the place, and to wander whatever city I’m visiting. Surprises happen on days like this. Sometimes. But usually they don’t. The world doesn’t stop or anything as dramatic as that. In fact, […]

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