The Best Western de Anza Inn in Monterey is where we’d all live if the world was full of shitty motels. On the phone, they touted their accommodations: cable TV in every…

Good bye, Los Angeles. I packed my bags and shoved them into the trunk in a display of frustration that went widely unnoticed. Like Louisville, like Austin, like Tucson, this is a…

I keep repeating these lines from a Frank O’Hara poem, “…I am always tying up / and then deciding to depart.” It has become my mantra. In each city I feel like…

“There’s a feeling I get when I look to the West…” – B.E.E. I have come as far west as I can possibly drive. Unless I want to sink the Volvo, there…