The RV Chronicles — Oh, what a July it’s been! (Recipe: Sweet Black Pepper Meatball Sandwiches)

I had a feeling that July 2016 might be one of my best. And when I wasn’t coerced into attending a fireworks display early in the month, I knew there’d be a happy ending come the 31st. Sure, I managed some bucket list stuff this month – riding the Amtrak from Texas to Chicago, staying […]

The RV Chronicles — Getting curveballs at the ‘Jimmy Rockford’ (Recipe: Grilled Pita Pizzas)

I‘m fast approaching a year’s worth of tight living space, an even tighter bathroom and coin laundry. My journey in the Jimmy Rockford began in early August, 2015. For those 17 of you who have trudged through essays written in the ‘dining room’ of my 32-footer, you know full well that I’ve used this virtual […]

The RV Chronicles — More than 800 miles I roamed…

It’s over. For the past couple of weeks I slept within the warm roomy confines of a brick and mortar structure. I cooked on a professional-grade range surrounded by granite and graced with a travertine back-splash.  I even showered in a new space that rivals the interior room of most minivans. Christmas on Chestnut Lane […]

The RV Chronicles — Getting schooled, and then some

‘Every year you wait to go back makes it harder to go back at all.’ — Dad, 1990. I tend to do things the hard way. Always have. And for no particular reason. Whether it’s choosing to write a 3,000-word piece just hours before a deadline or sitting through a few extra lights to avoid […]

The RV Chronicles — Cider Brined Pork Chops for my bride

I‘ve been acting a little strange lately. Even for me. When I’m not laughing at 5 in the morning at the homey antics of Mr. Ed and Wilbur Post, I’m tucking back in the disheveled mess that is intended to cover me as I sleep. I haven’t turned on a fan in weeks and weeks. And […]

The RV Chronicles – Alone and lonely

I am awakened each morning by an alarm clock and a 1960s sitcom. My hand, by habit, extends to my right and finds nothing except mattress. I’m alone. When I cook, it’s mainly for one person. And only one towel hangs in my tiny bathroom. There is no dog sneaking beneath my bed. Nor is […]

The RV Chronicles — Lucky Me

I‘m fortunate. Extremely. As I’m gallivanting around the nation’s fourth largest city and relaxing most evenings in some fairly comfortable digs, my wife remains on Chestnut Lane trying to ready our home for sale. There’s still school, soccer games and doctor appointments for the boy, but only one of us is there to commandeer. There […]

The RV Chronicles — Missing my rock

Though kicking it in the Jimmy Rockford is an adventure like few others in my life, the blues have still emerged from the right side of my queen-sized mattress. If sappy isn’t your style, scroll on down to the recipe. Catherine – Remember that time you were in New Jersey and I was in Texas? […]

Confession No. 132 — On our 20th anniversary

Nov. 4, 2014 My dearest Catherine, On this, our 20th anniversary together, I could tell you that you are my soul mate — the true fitting lid to the pot that is me – and that I’m the luckiest guy in the world. But you’ve heard that from me at least a thousand times. Just like […]

Confession No. 123 — A Valentine’s Day letter to my wife

Dear Catherine, Remember all of those times you encouraged me to go back to school — and finally signed me up and told me to get busy? Well, a funny thing happened this past week in my sociology class. I learned that there are actually some clinical labels for our relationship and marriage. None of them […]