I’m still coming to terms with the idea that our president-elect is a man with no political or military experience that would have been charitably described as a buffoon less than two years ago by even the people who now support him. The fact that he has filled his cabinet with white supremacists, climate change … Continue reading
It’s been more than two years since the last post here at Rhoades to Madness. The reasons for this lengthy hiatus are many, but the reason for my return is singular: We have arrived at madness. A little less than two weeks ago, my country elected Donald Trump as its President, a stunning end to … Continue reading
It’s now been about two weeks since we actually returned from what ended up being a two-week road trip. The bags are long unpacked, laundry done, the nagging sense that we need to be somewhere! has long since faded. Our cat has returned to being largely indifferent to our presence, which is as it should … Continue reading
Foot on the pedal, never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job ain’t a job, it’s a damn good time City to city, I’m running my rhymes Lake Tahoe is a beautiful place. There is no doubt about that. It is also obscenely crowded, especially on a weekend, which is … Continue reading
So we made The Turn. We put San Francisco and the West Coast in our rear view mirror as we hopped on Interstate 80 — a highway we were about to have a long relationship with — and headed to Sacramento. At the time, we recognized it for what it was: we were going back … Continue reading
The Golden Gate Bridge is just…one of those things. I mean, there are other bridges. Longer bridges, older bridges, more architecturally daring bridges. It could be only that whoever decided to paint the damn thing International Orange was a marketing genius, but San Francisco’s defining landmark is absolutely arresting, even in the fog that cloaked … Continue reading
Monterey, California is a fairly short drive up the coast from Big Sur, which was good news. We were in no mood for a long drive. We were in no mood for really anything. We were dirty, hadn’t slept well at all, and were vexed by our inability to enjoy camping. We had bought camping … Continue reading
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