One hundred and fifty years ago, Mark Twain, yet to make a name for himself—his nom de plume was fresh at that point and he had yet to publish any of his celebrated novels—was on assignment in Hawaii. He had set off to explore the culture and history of the archipelago, submit copy to papers like the Sacramento Union, and document other experiences for eventual compilation in his humorous and informative travelogue, Roughing It. Read more
The thought of polo always rubbed me wrong. I used to play water polo at the University of Maryland. And while I’ve grown used to smiling off clever people who like to ask me where I parked my ark, I always found myself straining when that same sort of quick wit led that same sort of person to ask me where I parked my horse. Read more
New Hope is one of those towns that you visit for the nothing-much-to-do. It’s pretty, like if a less charming Charleston had shrunk down to a few blocks and moved to the north, or if Woodstock lost some of its hip because it allowed Starbucks and Dunkin’ Donuts to come to town. Read more
I’ve been tired of amusement parks since my late teenage years. Back in 2000, I had worked as a camp counselor and for one week, the camp traveled to Virginia’s theme parks. I was riding about ten rollercoasters per day. After that, I was done. I dropped my all-attraction wristband into the garbage, refused the stamp upon exit, and left the world of amusement parks behind me. Read more
My wife, Marissa, is adamant about taking the children to Disney World. The thought slightly unnerves me: heat, lines, chaos, Smart-car-sized teacup rides. Because of this threat to travel with the family to Disney one day, whenever I hear the words Florida and children in the same sentence, I get sick.