The RV Chronicles — I’ve done salted my peanuts with my TV watching

When I’m not hand-washing dishes to the tunes of Whiskey River or Mojo Hand, I’m mostly plying stubborn wrinkles with a tiny iron that leaks when on steam mode. My background ironing music? Mostly television shows that are largely forgotten or ignored by awards committees. About a year before heading out on this trek, we […]

The RV Chronicles — Raindrops are falling on my head (and ruining my music)

Have you ever camped in a tent? Or been in a metal building when a gully washer pops up and starts hammering down? On one hand, it’s peaceful. On the other, it’s as scary as all get-out. The Jimmy Rockford is something between a tent and a metal building, and tonight I experienced my first […]

Confession No. 30 — Texas-style? I’ll be the judge of that.

A friend and co-worker recently took me to task after reading a beerfly review that I’d posted on BeerAdvocate. It all boiled down to my use of three words: authentic British pub. When she asked me whether I’d ever been to a pub in England, I knew that there could be no debate. But, it […]