Manhattan has always been top-heavy, museum-wise. To see one, at least the big guys, you got to go uptown. The Whitney Museum of American Art – in a bizarre cubed building on an unsuspecting street of the Upper East Side – always felt … Read on
A couple years ago I made a song with four bass parts called “CAN I HAVE A #CHAT?” — about a travel hopeful, surrounded by lush woods and waterfalls, but feeling SO ALONE. And only wanting a … Read on
Sometimes being a travel writer is exactly what it’s cracked up to be. Like the time I was on the Rick Steves radio show, talking about Oklahoma, where I grew up, and got to tell Rick to “be sure to try the testicles.” … Read on
National Geographic Traveler asked me to speak at the White House Travel Blogger Summit on December 9. It was surreal, thrilling, steeped in titles and policies, and… yeah, pretty surreal. As a travel experience, it sort of ranks with my first uncertain steps … Read on
For a period of three weeks when I was 10, I wanted to be President James K Polk. He was the standout in my book of presidents that I’d stash in my locker. By comparison, James Monroe looked prissy and mean, James Buchanan … Read on
When I moved to Oregon last year, I didn’t know they had cowboys. So when when I got a hall pass to write pretty much anything about the state recently for National Geographic Traveler’s Digital Nomad, I headed east — into cowboy country. … Read on
