San Francisco: That’s My Story and I’m Sticking to It

I remind you that I was there for something like 48 hours (although that’s 48 hours longer than the commercial fishermen were on the wharf), so one must recognize that this is probably more akin to fiction than authentic travelogue. But as the utterly annoying travelogue announcer on the Amtrak train repeated ad nauseum, “that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.”

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Tired of Empty and Meaningless Thanksgiving Greetings in your Inbox? Here’s a post about beer.

We made a quick trip to Montana in order to take care of some family business. While there I discovered a plethora (maybe even a surfeit) of locally brewed beers. I’m no beer connoisseur, but I do like the uniqueness of a locally brewed beer, and I’m always in search of a good porter, because …

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I intended it to be about Scott’s Bluff Nat’l Monument, but somehow it ended up being about food.

Our trip last weekend to Scottsbluff was mostly an opportunity to scope out a part of the state that neither of us were familiar with. While in Scottsbluff we wanted to take the walking trail that goes up Scott’s Bluff. It’s a 1.6 mile trail that starts at the visitor center (pictured) and ends at …

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