The Dumbest Thing I Did at Cedar Point

A single post about my travels, and I’ve already pissed off a German. My favorite part of said German’s reaction was this – “You are a dumb ass brat who doesnt understand art, culture and history as you claim in your about page.” – because I claim no such thing on my About page. Apparently,…

Eastern Europe is a land of hard sells. In my experience. Wouldn’t want to be accused of trying to stereotype an entire region. But, seriously, it is. In Athens, this was relegated mainly to restaurants, though there was one particularly humorous exchange with a cab driver who was convinced he knew where I wanted to…

Magic, I find, happens where you least expect it. That’s the oldest magician’s trick, isn’t it? A little misdirection to divert the audience’s attention. “Look here! Look here!” the magician cries, because the sleight of hand is happening the other way, and where misdirection and craft meet – VOILA! – magic. Travel can be like…

– or – Using Periods to Differentiate Our Nation’s Capital from Skaterwear Generally speaking, I like to write Washington, DC just like that. Those periods always seem so stuffy and technically incorrect, since you don’t abbreviate Ohio O.H. or California C.A. I also prefer the comma over Washington DC, but, then, I’m a bit of…