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...

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...

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...

On the Bus from Kumasi to Tamale

I make a play for a front seat, but too late. It's amazing how fast this bus is filling up - as in seconds...

Running in the Mountain Junkies Trail Race Series

I'm alone now, plodding along with the rhythm of my heart beat keeping time with my footsteps. There is someone just ahead, just around...

Old Technology Just Right

"Ka-clunk." It's a satisfying sound; there's no denying it. I'm squinting up close to a lock set made recently but of a three-hundred-year-old...

Rock Fishin’ in the Chesapeake

We're all set now, and I guess it's about time since it's taken us three hours to get to this point. The rods are...

Sydney Is All It’s Cracked Up to Be and More

The ferry ride to Manley, a town near North Head, takes about twenty-five minutes, and it's a terrific introduction to the massive estuary that...

On the Road Down Under

It happens in the blink of an eye. The dusky-colored, full-grown kangaroo enters our narrow frame of view in the  predawn darkness. A huge...