John Robinson
JOHNNY ROBINSON: The Dream Machine
Best I can figure, I’ve been using the same alarm clock since about 1982. The same one, just about every night since then. Huh.It’s one of those common old...
JOHNNY ROBINSON: Walking With Friends – Through Chemo and Beyond
It’s 6:00 AM, pitch dark and cold. I’m in front of my house stretching my...
Walking With Friends – Through Chemo and Beyond
It’s 6:00 AM, pitch dark and cold. I’m in front of my house stretching my...
Playing on The Railroad Tracks
My Aunt Flip and Uncle Walter lived in a small white frame house right smack...
JOHNNY ROBINSON: The Many Joys of Backyard Picnicking
In the warmer months we ate dinner on the picnic table in our backyard almost...
Washington D.C. in Squishy Shoes
by John Robinson
Yesterday began early as we boarded the Smart Bus at the Roanoke Civic Center, destined for the Lynchburg Amtrak station. A...
Saw Horses Are So Easy
by John Robinson
My friend Broaddus had built a workshop out of a shed and I was helping him finish it out. There were...
Late Summer on the Gaspe Peninsula
by John Robinson
Twenty-two hours of driving from Virginia will get you well into Quebec. Of course, we had that problem with the blown...
Skateboarding in the Olden Days
by John Robinson
Barry and I, both 12, had hiked the path of the old incline railway straight up Mill Mountain, skateboards hanging from...
A Summer Deckhand on the James
by John Robinson
Chuck and I manhandle the wooden ramps into place as Grey prepares to direct the cars off the ferry. It’s another...
The Corvair-Powered Microbus
by John RobinsonI loved that bus. It was one of the coolest vehicles I could imagine, and I should know; I was crazy about cars....