The lane called Hobart can be compared to 15th and High area in Eugene. It’s filled with college kids, not the cleanliest area, and lots of beer cans. Our new neighbors raged next door until near 5 in the morning. Good thing Jon and I didn’...

Today we met up with a good friend of mine from way back when, Karl. Karl is no stranger to the road himself, having driven from here to Alaska and everywhere in between over the last few years. In the time since we had last seen each other he got marr...

There's change in the air. Can you feel it? No, that's indigestion. The change I am talking about is the magical time of the year when nature's sweet nectar is unlocked: maple syrup. Vermont maple syrup. The good stuff. Just up the road is the Vermont ...

I awoke from my Anne Frank attic room this morning to sun beams blasting through the skylight window above my sleeping bag. I could tell it was considerably colder than yesterday, which was about 50F. Through the trap door in the floor or ceiling, depe...

“You Were. You Are. UMass.” The slogan of the alumni association seems innocent enough and down right cathcy. It evokes a picture of an army of maroon-clad students—let's say in a square, somewhere—united in a common pride in th...

After returning home from the BU Valentine Invite to Needham at midnight, Jon and I were ready for a morning off. I haven’t woken up to the smell of fresh coffee, ham, eggs, and apricot jelly in a very long time. I ate my weight back in ham slice...