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I made it a point when I was in the Midwest recently to revisit a desolate campsite in the swamps of northern Minnesota.  It was the site of the first of several amazing kindness-from-strangers incidents I had experienced during my … Continue reading →

Shoddy Mill Road, the sign says.  This one’s in Glastonbury, CT., but I have seen them elsewhere in my travels around the northeast. These are not new roads in newly developed areas, so the name obviously originated a century or … Continue reading →

I was roaming around the Midwest recently and decided to stop at a small, Mississippi River town in Illinois called Oquawka, a place I had been once before. Its name makes it memorable enough, but for me it was a … Continue reading →

One of the big red drying barns I featured three years ago in my little story about the waning Connecticut shade tobacco industry is now just a pile of lumber waiting to be carted away. NOW! THEN:

From the style of this old gas station I’d say it belongs on Miami Beach, but I happened upon it along Route 82 in decidedly untrendy West Taghkanic, NY.  It’s empty now, just waiting for someone to give it a … Continue reading →

I visited the National Mustard Museum this morning in Middleton, WI, and tomorrow I will tour the Moist Towlette Museum in Dimondale, MI. You guessed it!  I am on a wacky museum and world’s largest things tour of the Midwest.   I … Continue reading →

It’s in Ohio:

It’s pretty hard to write this without embarrassing myself, but here goes: I’ve lived in Florida since 1976.  I’m not a native, of course, but it’s been long enough that I should know a fair bit about the state. I … Continue reading →

In all my years of taking photos of recycled gas stations around the country I am always amazed when I find one that’s been right under my nose the whole time.  This one, now home to a monument company, is … Continue reading →

It’s not often I happen upon a religion I haven’t heard of before, but I did yesterday, in rural Royalston, Massachusetts, of all places. I was on my way back from my second paddle of the Northeast season.  I went … Continue reading →