From Paris to Kentucky: A Temporary Homecoming

From Paris to Kentucky: A Temporary Homecoming

“I want your life.” Many people think that vagabonding is all frills and thrills. I’m often told, “you’re so lucky!” But the reality is that I earn my keep by punctuating long periods of time – often behind a laptop – with brief moments of excitement, often in the...
Homecoming 2013 Was a Little Tricky

Homecoming 2013 Was a Little Tricky

I was supposed to tell you about motorbiking all over the hilly interior of Siquijor Island in the Philippines, clacking through volcano gears on a quest. How that after much effort, I located one of the famous “witch doctors” there. And how I negotiated...

A Vagabond Returns Home

Thump! The landing gear beneath me hit the mark in Louisville, where some of my oldest friends were gathered for a graduation party. Somewhere behind the sweet taste of jet fuel, I could smell Kentucky in the icy distance as I deplaned. My red eyes told of more fun...

Bonus Night in Bogota

The crispy Bogota air had the rich aroma of brewing coffee and the lingering spice of a new day full of possibilities. Scrappy the super bird woke up early feeling refreshed and had a delicious breakfast of leftover grasshopper parts. Being careful not to overeat, he...

Not so nice welcome in Atlanta

“Mr. Rodgers, please empty your pockets and contents of your bags onto this table.” I watched as the armed US Customs officer unceremoniously started yanking things out of my daybag in front of me. The groggy effects of my trans-global flight quickly wore...

Home for Christmas

In 1997, I remember frantically stuffing everything I owned into two large duffel bags with my name stenciled on the sides. I quickly laced up my combat boots and walked out into the biting Oklahoma wind. I had just finished 16 weeks of hellish training as an...