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...
Out There on the Na Pali Coast Trail
Rental cars get broken into all the time at the beach parking lots, and this one at Ke ‘e Beach at the Na Pali...
Mighty Fine Fishing with Frank
“My dad first took me fishing here when I was ten,” says Frank with that trademark grin and gleam in his eye.“So you’ve been...
Off the Beaten Path in La Dolomiti
“Buon giorno.” We’ve passed many day hikers today –the Italians love their mountains and love hiking among the high peaks- but the woman in...
Leaving Our Sister Behind
It’s a stifling hot summer day and the ’63 Volkswagon Microbus rumbles and clatters through the hills of central Pennsylvania, the breeze blowing...
The Grey Cliffs of Dover
So why not visit southeast England when it’s cold, wet, and dark? That’s the way it is much of the time anyway, and...
Out of the Wild, a Snake Story
“Let’s try to take it home.” Hmmmm, I contemplate Eric’s suggestion and quickly come to the conclusion that yes it’s an excellent plan....