Tag Archives: Lauri Lebo
Goodbye, Central Pennsylvania. Hello, Central Montana
Thursday, June 20, Gillette, Wy. – We are back on the tit of Corporate America, suckling like starving babes. We’ve been gone so long, it’s almost good to be back. I keep hearing Band songs on ambient sound systems. Seven … Continue reading
My Back Pages: Saved! Indian Trail, N.C.
Editor’s note: We’re spinning our wheels in St. Augustine, Fla. A big part of the reason: Try as I might, I haven’t found a mechanic ready, willing and able to figure out what’s going on with our illuminated “check engine” … Continue reading
Fairmont 2003: Oh, the things I forget
Fairmont, N.C. – We’re back at McDonald’s on Walnut Street, monopolizing its one outlet. Got three computers and a small DVD player plugged into our power strip. We’re a bona fide 21st century traveling circus of a family. I interviewed … Continue reading
March 24, Durham, N.C.
When we left Pennsylvania on Wednesday, I had dreams of reporting in this journal on a daily basis. Didn’t take me long to fail. Here I am four days later, with nothing to show. The good news is it seems … Continue reading
Farewell, for real
Yesterday’s snow is melting as we prepare to shove off for good. We’ve spent a long weekend at the Beer Can Compound in York Haven, Pa. We’ve celebrated Lauri’s birthday, secured Max’s 150th anniversary junior ranger patch from Gettsyburg and … Continue reading
You yelled “hey,” but no one listened
February 20, 2013 – Sitting here in the International House of Bitterness, Paoli branch, trying to do something other than dissolve into nothingness. Bear with me as I attempt to fight my way out of a particularly nasty malaise and … Continue reading
Sharyland, Texas
Dec. 10, Mission, Texas – Goddamn Internet. All day long I’ve been in a funk. I’m having trouble catching up with the events of the past week. I think I’m in a sleepless haze, though I have slept plenty. Maybe … Continue reading