Me, with increasing concern closing in on hysteria, “It’s in my pants…. It’s in my pants… IT is IN my pants…. IT’S IN MY PANTS!!!!”  Jack turned to look at me, wide-eyed.   In what is surely TMI, I have on...

This is the week before the bitter end.  We're moving "home" from Colombia at the end of next week.  This is a tough one.  On the one hand, we're about to start an adventure that we've been dreaming about for...

This is how you pull off Thanksgiving on the road: Pull out of your cherry spot in the dry lake bed in Joshua Tree around 10 am.  Head due east.  Drive through some of the most desolate territory in the...