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I got a notice for a high school reunion the other day.Forty-five years!As my darling wife of thirty-nine of those would say, “That’s almost forty!”
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I got a notice for a high school reunion the other day.Forty-five years!As my darling wife of thirty-nine of those would say, “That’s almost forty!”
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We are enormously thankful to everyone who has read our book and especially those who chose to share their thoughts. Why not join in the fun?
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We are enormously thankful to everyone who has read our book and especially those who chose to share their thoughts. Why not join in the fun?
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When Lonely Planet put out the word that they wanted submissions for clever Travel Pick-up Lines we were all in.
We love us some puns. The more corny the better… CONTINUE READING >>
When Lonely Planet put out the word that they wanted submissions for clever Travel Pick-up Lines we were all in.
We love us some puns. The more corny the better… CONTINUE READING >>
How about a terrifying tour of the globe just in time for Halloween? As GypsyNesters, our quest is to see the world and share it in our own quirky way. But why should we have all the fun?For some varied perspectives, we asked the web’s best independent travel bloggers to send us their best “Weird Food” experiences. We hit a goldmine of unusual, unappetizing, or just plain unnerving regional food photos from around the world!… CONTINUE READING >>
How about a terrifying tour of the globe just in time for Halloween? As GypsyNesters, our quest is to see the world and share it in our own quirky way. But why should we have all the fun?For some varied perspectives, we asked the web’s best independent travel bloggers to send us their best “Weird Food” experiences. We hit a goldmine of unusual, unappetizing, or just plain unnerving regional food photos from around the world!… CONTINUE READING >>
Just what is the worst Christmas song ever?
Our most recent family holiday get-together found us gathered around the radio listening to the all-Christmas music station. Many artists lent their joyous voices to our celebration, but things took a turn when a real clunker reared its ugly head.
This prompted a wildly fun discussion. Everyone offered numerous contenders.
See what we’ve come up with and be sure to put in your two cents… CONTINUE READING >>
Just what is the worst Christmas song ever?
Our most recent family holiday get-together found us gathered around the radio listening to the all-Christmas music station. Many artists lent their joyous voices to our celebration, but things took a turn when a real clunker reared its ugly head.
This prompted a wildly fun discussion. Everyone offered numerous contenders.
See what we’ve come up with and be sure to put in your two cents… CONTINUE READING >>
Risking shameless self-promotion, we bring you this story of how the cover to our book GOING GYPSY came to be…
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Risking shameless self-promotion, we bring you this story of how the cover to our book GOING GYPSY came to be…
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A one-night stand (not ours!), a beat-up old car named the Sharkmobile, and the US Postal Service delivered a 1-2-3 punch we couldn’t ignore It might not be the most romantic story…
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A one-night stand (not ours!), a beat-up old car named the Sharkmobile, and the US Postal Service delivered a 1-2-3 punch we couldn’t ignore It might not be the most romantic story…
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On a blustery New York City morning, I executed my first face plant.
The sun had just peeked out after a torrential rain and began to form those bands of brilliant, glorious Jesus Rays streaming through the clouds.
Next thing I knew, I lay prostrated before a church in that special kind of pain that only landing square on one’s schnozz can bring, surrounded by scattered partyware glistening in the sun like a golden calf.
But I probably deserved it… CONTINUE READING
On a blustery New York City morning, I executed my first face plant.
The sun had just peeked out after a torrential rain and began to form those bands of brilliant, glorious Jesus Rays streaming through the clouds.
Next thing I knew, I lay prostrated before a church in that special kind of pain that only landing square on one’s schnozz can bring, surrounded by scattered partyware glistening in the sun like a golden calf.
But I probably deserved it… CONTINUE READING