Author Archives: Ron Haines

This is one of my favorite words.  I hardly ever get to use it in conversation and have never used it in a blog post, so what better way to break it in than in a blog post title. But … Continue reading →

My 2018 paddling season in the Northeast has come to a close.  It hasn’t been one of the better years, that’s for sure. The weather has been just lousy. I’m the organizer of two meetup paddling groups up here, one in … Continue reading →

My recent road trip back to Connecticut from Denver led me to a made-in-the-USA yard art operation in New Mexico.  Sort of how my road trip TO Denver took me to a stained glass artist in Deep River, Ontario, Canada. … Continue reading →

Yes there is a Cutlip Road and yes it is in Lick Township.  In southern Ohio. As far as I can tell, there is only one Lick Township in the country, but not so when it comes to Licking.  There … Continue reading →

I haven’t added to my collection of photos of recycled gas stations in a long while.  Mainly because I haven’t been to any new places lately. I’ve pretty much picked Connecticut and Massachusetts clean of interesting recycled stations.  I realized … Continue reading →

This sign along the road stopped me the other day as I drove through Haddam, CT.  I was on State Road 154, also known as the Middlesex Turnpike or Saybrook Road. That’s what I like about Connecticut; if you don’t … Continue reading →

Well, his first name WAS Henry.  His last name, however,  wasn’t Hanger.  It was Spitz.  But in 1929 Henry Spitz had the alliterative good sense to name his Nashua New Hampshire enterprise the Henry Hanger Company. And today it remains … Continue reading →

This billboard caught my eye as I flew past it on a busy two lane highway somewhere in New Hampshire. For the next half mile my mind replayed the scene, trying to figure out what that sign was all about.  … Continue reading →

Farming’s tough on the equipment.  Spotted on Farm Town Road in rural Coventry, Rhode Island.  (Photos by Ron Haines)  

Nope, not my hill. If it were, I’d be king of it. But what in the Sam Hill am I saying?   I wasn’t worth a hill of beans at that game back when I was a kid.  In fact I … Continue reading →