A Fork in the Road-Scout

"A fork in the road" is a real trip with no particular destination beyond finding the next diner in a small town for lunch. While there, I'll discover what the town is proudest of, where to go for live music that night, and anyone's secret to enjoying what comes after retirement. I'll spend the rest of the day following that advice, wake up the next morning and, over coffee, blog about the previous day's adventure and the wisdom acquired.

Then, I'll drive no more than 2 hours to the next authentic diner in a new small town by lunchtime and do it all over again. No destinations, no responsibilities, no deadlines and no one who knows me. It took me 60 years to find the courage, time and freedom to do this. You can come along, just don't expect anything predictable, only serendipity.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Genesis

A balmy afternoon on the back deck in April, son Erik helps his Dad set up this blog. Other son Mark contributes the blog perfect name and dog Scout offers his likeness. It's a pfamily project fraught with generational diplomacy...youth tolerating senior digital incompetence...as he intones, "It's just intuitive" and I mumble "Intuitive, my ass." But it's up, launched and soon the adventure begins. If a trip happens and no one blogs about it, did it happen?
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