Driving around a residential area of downtown Washington, DC, my husband noticed a business called Dog Daze Social Club. Within its fenced in space was a dog park with plenty of room for pups to run around and play. Adirondack chairs lined the one side of the dog garden, while…
Fred Rogers lived and worked in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for most of his career, where he produced his beloved show, Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood, at the local public television station, WQED. Born in nearby Latrobe, he attended the University of Pittsburgh, and was ordained as a Presbyterian minister at the Pittsburgh Theological…
I have had the same set of luggage for a very long time. My in-laws gave it to me for my birthday in 2011, the year before my vision loss. I was traveling constantly then for work, but its new wheels had just started turning when I lost my sight….
After eight days and 1,300 miles driven, it was time for my husband and me to fly back to Pennsylvania. As is usually the case, I was not ready. Other than missing Piper and anxious to see him, I was quite content to stay for awhile longer. But I remind…
I once again have led my long-suffering husband to new treasures along the highways and byways of this great country. I never tell the poor man where we are going, I navigate us to the address, telling him to be on the lookout for anything “unusual.” Mister Rain is not…
As we traveled the length of the state of California by car, we were fortunate to see an abundance of stunning, interesting places and things, most of which were on the itinerary I had painstakingly prepared before our departure from home. However, there are always surprises when you travel, which,…
I have heard it said that a stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet. It is never more true than when I travel. Often, all it takes is a “Hello.” With An Accent On Travel – Santa Cruz Eating outside our hotel before continuing south to our…
Once my husband and I left Groveland, California, (click here for Iron Door Saloon), headed west to the coast, long periods of nothingness enveloped us. There were no homes, even other cars were a rarity. Cutting through what could be cause for boredom, or worse for Mister Rain behind the…
No trip of mine and my husband’s would be considered a complete success without some element of sports. And so, on our final day of our week in California, before our last supper and the return of our rental car in preparation for an early flight back to Pennsylvania from…
As we drove around the Beverly Hills and Los Angeles area, I told my husband to be on the lookout for the Hollywood Sign. I imagined it to be a North star in a city of stars. Sure enough, when we turned onto one road, there, straight ahead, it was….
