A trip of reunions: 1. Aviatress Rudolphi: A very technically staged mid-highway interception of this elusive creature. The van driver had obviously not read the memo on the appropriate response to the international “honk” sign. 2. Cousin John: A chance to catch up with this long lost genius in the desert over Green Chili Huevos …
I was transported to the land of My-So-Called-Life era fashion and community centric collective consciousness. A place where vegans go to find like-minded artisans making ironic products. A spot where 20 somethings go to retire, play bingo, and knit berets for the social media revolution. A little hold-out where womyn gather in droves and chickens …
“Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never come to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne?” “We two have run about the slopes, and skiied the powder fine; But we’ve wandered many a weary (knee), since auld lang syne.” This year we have moved extensively and had the opportunity to spend time …
The universe must have known that I would need a pick-me-up this Christmas so it sent me the greatest gift I could possibly think of: an up-close encounter with a solitary big horn sheep with not another soul around to spoil the moment. I was driving through the Gallatin Canyon to deliver some home made …
Seriously, she can. Except for the fact that the only people who read this blog are related to me and actually have the same big sister. I flew from the snowy cold wonderland of Dartmouth to the steel kingdom of Philly last night. Again, I was chosen to ride in the Right Seat on the …
Medicine has taught me a number of important life lessons. One of which is that when offered the opportunity to try something that scares me, there is only one correct answer: I’d love to. Tonight I got to ride in the Right Seat of the plane flying me to my next interview. Just call me …
I have, over the past decade, made several trips to and through Charlottesville, Virginia. Although I have not spent any considerable amount of time here it always has an air of familiarity. While I often denounce the East as being a barren wasteland of concrete and busybodies, this town serves as a reminder that I …
Monongahela refers both to a tributary of the Ohio River as well as a prohibition-era whiskey product. I’ve only experienced one since my arrival in Morgantown, West Virginia. You guessed it, another river run! Good fun, but not nearly as coveted by mountain men. West Virginia is marvelous. It is everything you’ve heard it described …
Flew in to Bozeman Friday afternoon to temperatures that Dewce could only describe as “bitch tit cold.” Crass you say? True I say. There is seriously no funnier way to describe arriving home to -15 degree weather which according to facebook (so credible!) made Montana the coldest place on the planet that day, just nudging …
Phase I of interviews is drawing to a close and I’m en route to Bozeman. I have already given up showering the (early!) mornings of interviews, which makes me worried for the direction I’m headed for phases II-IV! Someone told me my teal blouse was “ballsy” which also makes me worried for future interviews. If …