#Bizarre #Travel Journal #6: White powder

There was a time when Boston, a little snow, and George Clinton would a have had an entirely different meaning. George has traded his rainbow-colored dreadlocks for a natty three- piece suit, but he is still the King of Funk, even though he is well into his seventies. Could a blizzard keep the Funk from…

#Bizarre #Travel Journal #5: Sweeet or Soour in Alabama

#Selma, 1965, the #Edmund Pettus Bridge, flash point of the very important #Civil Rights Movement in the US— brave individuals for sure. You’d think we would’ve made more progress in #human rights by now, but racial, social and sexual civil rights are still quite contentious. A little compassion and respect could go a long way.…

#Bizarre #Travel Journal #3: #Hazy #Food Musings

Everyone has a favorite place to eat. Whether it’s Maxim’s in Paris, or Noma in Copenhagen, the memory of delicious food and exceptional dining linger long in our malleable brain cells. Etoufee and sourdough bread at Jake’s in Portland, Pecan Crusted Redfish at the #Commander’s Palace, or Happy Duck at the Thailand #Restaurant near Macdill…