St. Augustine and the Lighthouse

Sometimes when traveling, a little treasure presents itself. Standing like a mighty beacon, the St. Augustine Lighthouse was there as we entered the Anastasia State Park in. St. Augustine, Florida. St. Augustine is considered the oldest continuously occupied European-established settlement within the borders of the United States. Saint Augustine was founded on September 8, 1565.…

The Blue Highway

You learn more about an area by traveling the roads through it than by reading the map about it.  Traveling down to South Carolina we decided to take the “Blue Highway” through some small towns. Route 501S/301S to 14 to 41S led to a town named Johnsonville where the main trades appear to be Deer,…

What Are Boiled Peanuts?

As we continue on our way south from Maryland, passing through Virginia, and then into North Carolina, signs boasting of the availability of boiled peanuts appear.  Hmmm?  What are these? Boiled peanuts are a traditional southern snack.  These are apparently available in North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi. In checking the recipes online,…

The Use of Traveling

“The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.”  Samuel Johnson The morning air is crisp, 32 degrees, and the skies are clear with the first of the Snow Geese flying across the Assawoman Bay in Ocean City.  We are packed…

My Blog 2015 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 350 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people. Click here to see the…

You Choose

This poem is about life….a woman’s life yet also a man’s. “ You Chose” You chose. You chose. You chose. You chose to give away your love. You chose to have a broken heart. You chose to give up. You chose to hang on. You chose to react. You chose to feel insecure. You chose…

The Farmers’ Market

Suddenly the car swerved to the right, making a sharp turn onto a gravel lot with about a dozen mini-gazebos in a two-sided rectangle.  The sign proclaimed, Farmers’ Market, open 8 to 12 Mondays and Fridays. Since I live in a coastal area with large inland farming and chicken industries, I wasn’t really expecting much. …