July 28 -- 110 in the shade...


Jul

28

2019
Lots of Conversations

Lots of Conversations

At least that’s what going on in my head on this Sunday morning in Palm Springs. It’s already 99 outside at 9AM so that means the day is on its way to a roasty, toasty 110 plus. And if its 110 here, it’ll be 112 in Phoenix–the last stop in this 5000 mile Western loop. As this is the final morning in a foreign land...

Read More


Jul

27

2019
Eat, Drink, Stink

Eat, Drink, Stink

Or so says the saying on this year’s Gilroy Garlic Festival tee-shirts…. Tonight I find myself in my cozy, comfortable travel trailer at an RV park cum gas station cum wine bar cum 24-hour cafe called Casa De Fruta in Hollister, California. I’m about 15 miles from Gilroy,  50 miles south of San Francisco, 650 miles northwest of Phoenix and 300 or so miles from...

Read More


Nov

11

2018
Smoothing out the Rougher Edges of the Culture Clash

Smoothing out the Rougher Edges of the Culture Clash

There is a slight haze on the horizon and it seems to reflect the fogginess in my head–the residual effects of a challenging week. I’m sitting on my couch and listening to Old Dominion on Spotify–“Life is Short, Make it Sweet…” Samson is sharing the cushion with me, chin on shin,  and the house is empty. We have unplanned, but very welcome company, and they’re...

Read More


Oct

30

2018
FāTH

FāTH

On Saturday it happened again. I was sailing across the bay in front of Playa Contreband when I picked up the phone to switch the streaming radio station blasting beach music from the portable speaker hanging from the boom. And there in my Apple News feed, another mass shooting. This time in Pittsburgh. This time a Synagogue. 11 dead. Some were Holocaust survivors….Apparently the deranged...

Read More


Oct

20

2018
Tonight’s the night?

Tonight’s the night?

It is a gorgeous Saturday morning on the edge of the Sea of Cortez. In the rising tide, I see swirling clouds of bait fish and the occasional pelican dive-bombing the dark masses in the hope of a fresh sushi breakfast. Beyond the shallows, the low sun has created a glistening effect on the light chop occasionally pieced by the dark dorsal fins of large...

Read More


Oct

18

2018
The Gunshy Generation

The Gunshy Generation

I’ve had different versions of the same conversation with 3 of my current and former colleagues in the last few days.  It basically goes like this: “Jonathan, I don’t like my job. I need a change. I want to move. I need something different in my life.”  “So do it…” “I can’t. I’ve only got one income. I have responsibilities. This is a bad economy....

Read More


Oct

16

2018
The Rage Monster

The Rage Monster

Is Alive and Well today…. It has been a hell of a week and it is only Tuesday. I supposed it started early Friday morning with the remnants of Tropical Storm Sergio dumping over 5 inches of rain in less than an hour on our sleepy Mexican beach town. I woke up at 5 am to the sound of water running and I’d assumed Sheryl...

Read More


Oct

04

2018
Building a Better Boat Day 11: Taking Stock

Building a Better Boat Day 11: Taking Stock

I am sitting in the salon of Downwind Dogs on a gray and humid Puerto Rico morning. I’ve finally adjusted to the east coast time zone. I’ve been surprised at how difficult it has been to do so on this visit. Normally it’s not an issue–I stay up late the first night and wake up on schedule the next day.  This trip, however, I’ve been staying...

Read More


Sep

30

2018
Building a Better Boat Day 7 Part 3–I went out last night

Building a Better Boat Day 7 Part 3–I went out last night

After accomplishing my boat shopping, and hiking back to Red Hook, I was ready to put work and other tasks away for the day. I quickly finished my Pina and headed over to the ferry. This trip I ended up on the old 1960’s era diesel smoker that’s plied the water’s between St Thomas and St John for almost 40 years. Mind you this makes...

Read More


Sep

30

2018
Drake's Atlantic Explorations

Building a Better Boat Day 7, Part 2: A Thoughtful Passage and Hawwbaaar Shawwwping.

We pulled into Red Hook at 1015 exactly an hour after leaving Virgin Gorda. It was a scenic and pleasant ferry ride traveling downwind with the waves and current. I love the trip through the Sir Francis Drake channel. From the hills of St Thomas, Tortola and St John, Sir Francis would stalk French and Spanish merchant ships hoping to escape unmolested from the world’s...

Read More


Page 1 of 1312345...10...Last »