Road Tripping: A Prodigal Son Rdiscovers the American Northwest. Part 2

When I was in high school in the mid- to late 90’s, I’d occasionally visit Tacoma.  It wasn’t without some trepidation that adults agreed to chaperone whichever trip we were taking.  Local legend pegged it as a rough place that shared an airport with Seattle, a city with much better PR.  Even now, whenever I…

Road Tripping: A Prodigal Son Rediscovers the American Northwest.

There’s something indescribable about the Northwest.  I took the vastness of the place for granted when I was a kid: the great open spaces; the epic mountains; the beauty of the hills and rivers and lakes.  I go back to the Northwest because there is something incomprehensible about it, something intangible. I don’t live in…