Category: travel
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Our Anniversary ROADTRIP… and book treasure hunt
“Anniversary trip? Lance. Lance. Come now, that was like… like four months ago!” Did I mention I had a lot of catching up to do? We love road tripping for vacations, even if they’re only an hour or so away. Okay, I love the open road. Kiddo loves the open road. Kiddo’s Hips, however, do not. Neither does my…
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My Four-Foot Afro
Seldom do I let my hair down on here and let you guys see my… goofier (lighter-hearted? crazier?) side. For Halloween, one of my solid groups of friends decided to throw a Halloween block party at one of their houses. My buddy Mark brought over his photo booth (and took the following pictures). And I…
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Kinnaston: A Serial Story at the Hub of the World…
You guys know that I reblog about as often as politicians tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help them God. However, I find it VERY important to shamelessly plug writers I invest in, especially when I consider them close friends. That said, were I searching for an entertaining serial story by…
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A New Kind of Hero : My Bride
In the eighth grade, I wrote a Modern Woodman speech on my hero. As far as I know, that’s still the topic for that particular school’s speech competition. I picked Carl Brashear and in retrospect, that makes little sense. I spent more time drooling over Nightcrawler than I did military personelle, and for good reason.…
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Sitting at the feet of : a Male Model
A decade ago in a town of eight thousand people two hours away from St. Louis lived a class clown named Logan McNeil. Logan always talked. Logan always entertained. Whether by photo bomb or family portrait, he loved getting his picture taken. “Never. I never thought those characteristics would lead to becoming a male model.”…
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The Other Side 002: The Love Rally
As I carried our folding chairs, quilts and hummus down the hill into Landreth park’s outdoor amphitheater, multiple colors snagged my attention. Everyone who threw this party had stitched together a tapestry of sheets Technicolor and spray-painted with four red letters: L.O.V.E. What followed was the outworking of what I mentioned a few weeks ago,…
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Guest Post: “Cheese” by G.K. Chesterton
Today I’m happy to welcome G.K. Chesterton to speak to us on Cheese. Take it away, G.K.! Cheers, Lancelot. My forthcoming work in five volumes, The Neglect of Cheese in European Literature,’ is a work of such unprecedented and laborious detail that it is doubtful whether I shall live to finish it. Some overflowings from…
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Two Approaches to Art
If art’s an island, then you can get to her by two approaches. The first is the most common direction, the direction that seems most obvious, the broad way. Everyone who survived this direction once erected a lighthouse to persuade people from all over to enter by that side of the island. That house, if…
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Mosque Burning and Neighbor Love : The Other Side
On Monday, my local Joplin neighbors witnessed a mosque burning to the ground. Authorities suspect foul play. This is the second time the mosque has been on fire this summer, the first happened on — you guessed it — July 4th. The Joplin Globe featured a picture of Imam Lahmuddin weeping, adding in a sidebar…
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Thanks AND A CHALLENGE to International Guests
For the record, I’ve been humbled by how many of you from outside the U.S. interact on here: Which is why I scheduled this one to post at three in the morning my time, what Ray Bradbury called “no souls hour” in Something Wicked This Way Comes. No, I’m not awake–I’m probably dreaming of being an Animorph or…
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Sitting at the feet of : Big City Photos with Small Town Charm
Robb Neuenschwander provided for his family on an artist’s income carving wood. Celebrities like Richard Simmons and Demi Moore bought his art, but he never grew rich whittling. In that environment, Mark Neuenschwander grew up. “My dad did something I could never do. I’m incapable of hands-on art. [My wife] Autumn’s great with that stuff.” Mark never…
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Long Island & Antiquing
We Schauberts like New York City. By “like New York City” I don’t mean we went there once as senior love birds in high school. Other than our home towns (Salem, St. Louis, Joplin, Dearborn), we’ve probably stayed in New York more than any other city. Last summer we had the privilege of staying on…