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John Robinson

JOHNNY ROBINSON: What The Brain Can Do

Not long ago I wrote about my utter fascination with the art and science of . . . dreams. I mean think about it - in dreaming, our crafty...

JOHNNY ROBINSON: The Magic of Merlin

It’s technological genius. It’s revolutionary. Its a game changer. It’s Merlin the bird identification app...

JOHNNY ROBINSON: The Dream Machine

Best I can figure, I’ve been using the same alarm clock since about 1982. The...

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...

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...

JOHNNY ROBINSON: Just Strolling The Neighborhood

The hippie-dressed girl with long, wavy hair sways with the music as she folds her laundry. Earbuds in place, and framed in the plate...

JOHNNY ROBINSON: Another Miserable Hike with James

     “Looks good, James. You first!” We’re facing a shallow sea of cold muddy water. We’ve just hiked down off of Kelly's Knob to...

JOHNNY ROBINSON: More Than Just Walking to School

Today there's a train blocking my path. I’ve been moving lightly on foot along the worn trail, two text books and two spiral notebooks tucked...

JOHNNY ROBINSON: Easter Island – Into the Mystic

The huge waves roll in relentlessly. They rear up in anticipation of their violent meeting with the unyielding rock of the coast, spray blown...

The Bears of Kings Canyon

The hand-written notice at the campground registration kiosk is an eyebrow-raiser. It says, "Attention: Bears have been breaking into cars here. DO NOT store...

JOHNNY ROBINSON: I Am The Crawlspace Ninja

I’m stretched out and almost stuck. Like a horizontal version of a statue of Athena I lie there figuring / planning my next step....