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...
JOHNNY ROBINSON: No Blues For Memphis
“That's the largest free-standing elevator in the world,” a local proudly points out. “Higher than the Statue of Liberty.”
Perhaps it’s easy to amaze me,...
JOHNNY ROBINSON: Running Roanoke’s Seven Summits; Fun for Fools
Descending the rock-strewn trail from our brief visit to the summit of McAfee's Knob, the light from my headlamp is waning big-time; it's fading...
JOHNNY ROBINSON: The Little Red Volkswagen Bug
It was a 1956 model and one of the first Volkswagens in Roanoke, or so the legend goes. It had been acquired by Garland's...
JOHNNY ROBINSON: Lessons From The “Old Maids”
Miss Annie worked for my dad as a dental assistant for many years. She was quite a bit older than him, and she in...
JOHNNY ROBINSON: Forgotten Farmsteads
The rock piles are the first things I notice that tell me I'm in the vicinity of an old farmstead. They're made of stones...
JOHNNY ROBINSON: Rust Belt Tour With The Boys
"Your turn to drive, dad!" That's son Ian, and its 3:30am on Ohio Rt. 23. His 2-hour stint at the wheel being up, he's...
