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...
The Rain Man
I peer over Sam's shoulder as he reaches through the green plastic hatch into a small space cluttered with valves and wires, hose clamps...
Lost in the Derbs of Marrakech
It's easy to get lost in Marrakech, especially in the medina -the old city- with its alleyways which wind in torturous and seemingly endless...
Plenty of Great Adventure So Very Close To Home
"I haven't been there in years; it's been a really long time," is my feeble summation of when I last visited Natural Bridge. Marybeth...
The Case of The Night Sweats
Most of my friends are rather eccentric, and one of them recently recounted to me the following tale:
"It was two nights in a row....
Born and Raised on a Trampoline
Ok, so the title is a little bit of an exaggeration. Still, I did spend an awful lot of time on our trampoline when...
You Should See What is Just Over the Mountains
I guess even today the substantial mountain ridges to the west of us inhibit travel in that direction. You know, we just don't seem...