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  • Fat Tire Oasis at DEN

    Fat Tire Oasis at DEN

    One frigid February morning, I stood with freezing feet in ill-advised loafers on the slushy ramp outside of the last string of the B concourse at the relatively new Denver International Airport. It was bleak out there, amongst the Mesa Airlines Beech 1900s, as I took pictures of a preflight inspection for a training module…

  • Kilmarnock Brewhaus, Virginia

    Kilmarnock Brewhaus, Virginia

    What to do on a Sunday afternoon on the Northern Neck? Why, make a foray out to its far reaches, and walk around the charming towns that sit near the water, the Potomac and Rappahannock rivers as they reach out into the sea. One of these towns, Kilmarnock, features one of the Northern Neck’s new…

  • Flor de Lúpulo, Lisboa

    Flor de Lúpulo, Lisboa

    So nice we stopped in twice…on the same night. Nothing encourages me to leave the comfort of my couch early for a meeting in the city like two things: beating the traffic snarl at 5 pm, and the chance to hit a new pub along the way. So we drive down to Lisboa an hour…

  • Belgians Near Barcelos

    Belgians Near Barcelos

    We drove past a handful of tavernas, looking for something a bit more than what we called the “one-bulb bar,” dimly lit by a single florescent light hanging on a twisty wire, with a grim trio of customers inevitably looking over dark mustaches and glasses of beer at our passing. We’ve actually spent a fine…

  • A Belgian In Antwerp

    A Belgian In Antwerp

    The train rushed along the track into the sunset as we slid towards Antwerp. When I first staked out this leg of my Euro journey, it amazed me how close by the cities of Amsterdam, Antwerp, and Paris lay to each other–just a couple of hours by train. Too much fuss to get on an…

  • A Leffe In The City Of Love

    A Leffe In The City Of Love

    While Paris lies under a flooded Seine, I remember the time spent there over so many years. My favorite city, a city for love, but one in which I’ve often been happiest alone. Why is that, in the midst of the City of Light, would I feel most part of her love when sitting solo…