Return of the Un-American

Perhaps I’m treading into territory controlled by Nathan and Matt, DadWagon’s resident traveling salesmen journalists, but I’d like to write a word or two on what happens when urban-dudes such as JP and me leave the city and confront…the United States of America. Now, folks, let’s not kid ourselves–New York ain’t no kind of America. …

Don’t Lose Your Marbles

To keep JP occupied on our vacation (when we’re not in the pool, looking at bugs, savoring American abundance, or hurting ourselves) my step-grandmother dug up a bunch of old toys. [Side note: Old toys are made from metal, not exclusively produced in China, and, amazingly, last over twenty years and killed fewer children than …

Enter the Insectarium (then exit, quickly)

I took JP and a friend of his in to New Orleans for the day today, took in the Mighty Mississippi, had a sno-cone, walked a bit in the Quarter, went to the aquarium, and also went to visit the … the Audubon Insectarium, which is, amazingly, a $15-a-head museum filled with bugs, some live, …