From the Vagabonding Vault

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Hit me! Hit me!

With his shaved head, striped suit, and ear-bud, the pit boss could have easily been CIA or KGB. Instead, he seemed to be far less concerned with national security and more interested in what was going on at our Blackjack table. There were only 3 of us at the table. Lyndsey, who wasn’t playing, sat [...]

Temecula California

As I jumped over the wooden fence onto the cross country course, I felt two dozen simultaneous punctures into my skin. “Son of a …..” (I’ll let you figure out the rest) First, I looked down to see the source of the pain, which appeared to be a multitude of barbed thorns protruding out of [...]

Los Angeles Vagabonding

I sat in seat 18F, watching in awe as she made her way down the aisle. Black leather boots with 6 inch soles, full length tailored black trench coat, short black hair, and reflective sunglasses – on a plane? Down to the facial expression, it was Trinity from the Matrix movie. She looked about as [...]

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