That Time I was Smote by God

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

Let’s Do the Charleston!

We needed to escape the winter.

Veronica had never been to South Carolina, and we were both intrigued by the town of Charleston, so we headed for the coastal Lowcountry and discovered one of America’s most interesting cities… CONTINUE READING >>

We needed to escape the winter.

Veronica had never been to South Carolina, and we were both intrigued by the town of Charleston, so we headed for the coastal Lowcountry and discovered one of America’s most interesting cities… CONTINUE READING >>

The Macabre Human Bone Church of Sedlec, Czech Republic


Inside the walls of this seemingly peaceful little church is a gallery so ghastly, it must be seen to be believed.
 

We had heard stories about this place, but words — nor pictures — can begin to explain what it was like walking through the doors.

Human bones from tens of thousands of people adorn the walls and ceiling, in inexplicable formations.

Strings of… CONTINUE READING >> 


Inside the walls of this seemingly peaceful little church is a gallery so ghastly, it must be seen to be believed.
 

We had heard stories about this place, but words — nor pictures — can begin to explain what it was like walking through the doors.

Human bones from tens of thousands of people adorn the walls and ceiling, in inexplicable formations.

Strings of… CONTINUE READING >> 

Top 10 Best (Worst?) (Inappropriate?) Pope Souvenirs in Italy

It started with a bobblehead. From there our obsession grew.

Our most recent trip to Italy included a stop in Rome where we had a day planned to take in the Eternal City’s most treasured sites. And we spent way too much time distracted by the somewhat odd souvenir tributes to the new Pope… CONTINUE READING >>

It started with a bobblehead. From there our obsession grew.

Our most recent trip to Italy included a stop in Rome where we had a day planned to take in the Eternal City’s most treasured sites. And we spent way too much time distracted by the somewhat odd souvenir tributes to the new Pope… CONTINUE READING >>

The Chronicles of Petrolia

Who knew that there was a little taste of  Texas way up in Ontario? Yup, oil that is, black gold, Texas tea, a Canadian story ripped right from the antics of the Beverly Hillbillies.

Like Jed Clampett, the locals thought the greasy goo oozing out of the ground was just a nuisance – until some city slickers came along and wanted to pay for it, that is.

The whole story is told at The Oil Museum of Canada in Oil Springs, just South of Oil City and Petrolia, on the corner of Oil Heritage Road and Gum … CONTINUE READING >>

Who knew that there was a little taste of  Texas way up in Ontario? Yup, oil that is, black gold, Texas tea, a Canadian story ripped right from the antics of the Beverly Hillbillies.

Like Jed Clampett, the locals thought the greasy goo oozing out of the ground was just a nuisance – until some city slickers came along and wanted to pay for it, that is.

The whole story is told at The Oil Museum of Canada in Oil Springs, just South of Oil City and Petrolia, on the corner of Oil Heritage Road and Gum … CONTINUE READING >>

Home, Home on the Strange

Of the 5000 souls that reside in Mulvane, Kansas, only one vies for the title of America’s strangest folk artist. On the main road cutting through this little burg, sits a house whose owner is a painter with, well…divine inspiration. The structure itself serves as his palate, his preferred medium — spray paint…. CONTINUE READING >>

Of the 5000 souls that reside in Mulvane, Kansas, only one vies for the title of America’s strangest folk artist. On the main road cutting through this little burg, sits a house whose owner is a painter with, well…divine inspiration. The structure itself serves as his palate, his preferred medium — spray paint…. CONTINUE READING >>