Feeling like home where my grandad grew up. In 1926, my grandad left Ireland for the U.S. He passed away in 1968, two years after I was born. I have had something deep inside of me that has always wanted to go to Ireland, to where he grew up. Where he[…]
I think of them all of the time, and they are places I recommend to everyone. When I got home from Ireland back in February, I had hoped I could go back in October. That isn’t working out. And while I plan for my next trip, which now seems like[…]
My grandfather immigrated from County Mayo, Ireland to Detroit, Michigan in 1926. Well, he first went to New York but ended up in Detroit. I have always wanted to go to Ireland to see where he grew up, and to travel around the island. I knew Ireland was gay-friendly. On[…]
Three human strangers helping a dog along the I-15 in California remind me. Our 5,500-mile road trip was coming to an end. We were about ten minutes east of Barstow, CA driving on Interstate 15, with only about 90 minutes left until we arrived home after two and a half[…]
Like literally, take a hike. I’m in Arizona for work and to visit friends and found Picacho State Park on my way into Tucson. Holy cow! The trail I decided to hike, Sunset Vista, is five miles round trip, with the first two miles in average difficulty. Then comes the[…]