Tales

Traveling the Alcan, Alaska Canadian Highway Thursday, June 2012 Some extracts from my Alcan log as sent to my Family – Unedited Subject: Thursday’s Adventure.  Where is my photographer when I need her? Today was a long day, an exciting day, a boring day, and a small world. I was anticipating a long day because […]

Traveling the Alcan, Alaska Canadian Highway  Friday, June 2012 Some extracts from my Alcan log sent to my family (unedited) Friday’s Adventure.  It could be worse.   What started out as a short day and a short drive turned suddenly into a long drive. I left Whitehorse, Yukon at about 6 AM after having a

The Mean Grandpa Creates a Hill It snowed a bunch last night so the Mean Grandpa went outside to shovel his driveway. The driveway was covered in a blanket of snow. Without thinking the Mean Grandpa started to shovel all the snow to the end of the driveway near the small hill in the back

King Joseph I – The King wrote to ask me about purchasing a ghost town so he could bring his “micronation” to the United States. I gave him directions to Cuba. Mike, what happened to your eyebrows? Let’s just say you should not attempt to lite your gas furnace when there is a gas leak.

No, I don’t hate dogs It is pretty safe to write this story now as my neighbor moved over ten years ago and the last I heard they were living 2,000 miles away. I don’t think they will bother to come back and threaten me with violence.   Some people think I hate dogs. Not

The Nuts in the Nursing Home On a recent visit to a nursing home Kate’s friend Julie got bored. She and her brother were getting tired of all the talking and sitting as they went with their parents to visit a relative in the nursing home.  They spotted a bowl of peanuts across the room

Or Nervous Nellie I swear this story is true. If I am ever asked to prove it, I do have a witness I can produce. Those of you that know me will understand that the names have been changed to protect the guilty. A few years back I was traveling with a good friend whom

How to scare a bear! When I am out hunting ghost towns I like to wander into the local bar and find the “old timers.” The challenge is to see if I can get them to tell me about their past. Typically, I get skeptic looks and silence— until they realize that I just may

And then the fight began. Well, it has been one heck of a day. My sides hurt so badly I can hardly move. I got a backache that won’t quit, a toe that points in the wrong direction, and a head that feels like someone is inside pounding to get out. On top of that

A personal letter to my family on Memorial Day Memorial Day is about here. Do any of you remember the true meaning or the traditions of Memorial Day? I suspect not because as a father I did not teach it to you. Do you know it was originally called “Decoration Day?” Do you know it