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...
Just a Taste of Ticino
South of the great Alpine passes in eastern Switzerland the feel is decidedly Italian. Emerging from the Gotthard tunnel, which lies under the...
Celebrating Parkway Memories
It’s just a trickle really. But it free falls for about 15 feet in a delicate and inviting stream. I’m lucky to notice...
Rio de Janerio – The Marvelous City – Keeps Dr. Johnny’s Eyes Wide Open
The dirty, scrawny kids from the favelas sell goods wrapped in cellophane. They tie them onto the ends of sticks about five feet...
The Muskrat Skin Jacket
I guess my Dad thought it would serve as a great anatomy lesson, of sorts, and he was right. I don’t remember what...
New Orleans: Beyond the Saints
“Oh yeah, Dad, the parking situation is tricky,” our son Adam announces. We end up squeezing their car and ours into a space more...
Skiing in Fishburn Park
As I tighten my grip on the thick rope my oversized mittens wring cold water. The rope continues to run through my hands until...