The romance of travel wasn't always terribly evident to those who were actually experiencing it.
One Summer: America, 1927Why travel? To be changed, and to be changed again and again.
The Legacy Letters: His Wife, His Children, His Final GiftI can not travel into my past, without consent of the future me.
My Ancestor Was an Ancient AstronautWhat good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Travels with Charley: In Search of AmericaMan is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue
Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on FaithNot forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.
Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on FaithI'll live as well, as deeply, as madly as I can--until I die.
Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith