Blogging in E minor
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Posts Tagged ‘travel

“People Have Died…”

July 29, 2015

It was not until I arrived in Las Cruces, New Mexico that I had a true understanding of what hiking the Baylor Pass would entail.           I had done some research during the week of preparation leading up to my somewhat spontaneous lark through the “Land of Enchantment.” All hobbies have their respective subcultures of […]

Lessons from a Gym Bag in an Airport

March 15, 2011

Things are often revealed in time . . . .             One year my wife gave me a gym bag for my birthday. Though it was hard parting with the one I had owned previously — a promotional extra from the Flying Pig Marathon —  our cat pissing in it helped convince me to abandon my comfortable […]

Playing in the Garden of the Gods

July 30, 2010

The views were breathtaking! At one time I stood atop a modest wall to see Pike’s Peak towering to west, the park’s largest red granite fixtures to the east and other spectacular, geological wonders at multiple elevations in between. A tour guide could be heard shattering the silence from a ridge about a half mile away describing the anthropomorphic features of one of the rocks that lie between us.

Takkic’s Top Picks

February 27, 2010

In the days leading up to my 20th post, I was determined to come up with something fitting. In less than three months’ time, Blogging in E minor’s readership has grown from a meagre handful to upwards of 70 hits per week. Wow! The creative fulfillment I get from this avocation has been intensely mood altering if not, […]

A Box Full of Pennies and a Dream, Part IV: 25 Years Later in Inconclusive Retrospect

February 18, 2010

I hope that I never need to know how to beg for money or gas vouchers, but I learned that it is possible to survive when you have next to nothing.

A Box Full of Pennies and a Dream, Part III: Perhaps Duct Tape Will Hold It

February 13, 2010

We ended up at the police station. A man from one of the churches in town showed up regarding our request for traveler’s assistance. He questioned me persistently about why I was driving around without money. Eventually, the man must have concluded that I was more of an idiot than a criminal and gave me a voucher for enough gas to get us to Kansas City,

A Box Full of Pennies and a Dream, Part II: Lee Murr’s Magical Meanderings

February 10, 2010

Every imaginable model of hippie was represented. . . . There were plenty of the 60’s-type hippies present. . . . There were Cowboy hippies, Natureboy hippies, hippies with tipis and hippies with kites. There were, of course, guitar playing hippies all over the place, every third or fourth one actually playing in tune, and naked people of all ages, shapes and sizes running amok.

A Box Full of Pennies and a Dream, Part I: There Are No Gnaus!

February 6, 2010

To the casual reader, the fact that we left town with minimal funds may seem foolhardy; but one must realize that I was broke, homeless and hungry most of the time anyway. The geographical location of my suffering seemed irrelevant. If I were starve, I’d prefer to do so in California.

How the Wolf Cock-Blocked Me

January 29, 2010

Beautiful girls were everywhere . . . gorgeous, shapely, scantily clad women as far as the eye could see! Via multiple stereos, Y & T’s Summertime Girls rippled through the vast beachfront expanse and forever imprinted itself in my mind as the soundtrack to this graphic and beloved memory.