RovinCrone

  It was nearly midnight on Saturday, but firecrackers were still exploding near us. We had made the mistake of staying overnight ...

The bag of recyclables was in the middle of the aisle again, and I kicked it in frustration. After being on the road for a month in the RV...

In 1971 I returned to Chicago after a couple of years in New York. Rand McNally was much the same as when I had worked there in the sixtie...

We are settled for the night at a Walmart in New York state, having started out too late to find a good campground. Not far outside our d...

    Even today, when there are no steam whistles to bring about that “Blues in the Night” feeling, trains are a romantic way to tra...

There is a stereotypical RVer, and too often the stereotype is accurate: an aging man or woman wearing Bermuda shorts topped with a beer...

In the seventies, my parents retired and moved to Florida. Wanting a peaceful, nonstressful environment, they picked the small town of S...

Years ago, while living in Chicago, I discovered the “Midnight Special” radio program. WFMT, which ordinarily broadcasts classical mus...

  Before my partner began the long RV journey, we bought an extra cell phone and made sure that we could call each other easily. I...

Long, long ago I saw a copy of Arthur Frommer’ s Europe on Five Dollars a Day,  and was enchanted by the idea of such inex...