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...
The Wacky Art of Unicycling
When I was a kid, about 12 years old, my grandmother -bless her- gave me a unicycle for Christmas. I found it ridiculously difficult...
A Northern Spain Runaround
Zaragoza lies behind us as the Alsa bus gradually climbs into the meseta, the high plateau of north central Spain. A strong and chill...
The Hiker and the Cell Phone
Wilson Creek shelter gradually comes into view as I approach through the late summer foliage. I've hiked here via Black Horse Gap from the...
Running With The Bears
No, this isn't the Blue Ridge Mountain version of Pamplona, but still . . .
I can't help it. I'm an incurable trail runner and...
The Night Visitor
Sometimes I can't sleep so well when Marybeth is away but on this recent cool August night I was sleeping like a baby. It...
Through the Roof Rain
From the outset of our acquisition of it, the small, eighty-year-old, Botetourt County farmhouse needed attention. I mean, the electrical system was faulty and...