It’s important we celebrate life – the friends, the family, the milestones, the magic. It’s imperative we share the joys, the sorrows, the memories, the hopes and dreams. I don’t know about you, but I can’t go it alone. Sharing is caring; and quite cathartic, too.
Did anybody bring cupcakes? Liquid refreshments? Presents?
Never mind. You’re here! That’s all that really matters.
Sooooooo; remember when we . . .












. . . life became a fairy tale called, “The Venice of the North?”





OMG! I certainly looked like a kid three years ago when I launched A Place Called Roam!
The thing is, today is really all I have. All the blessed yesterdays have added up to beautiful memories - memories with family, with old friends (well, they're just a little older, like me); and memories with new friends (Joan & Jerry, Lynn & Joel, Vivian & Harry, Cathy, Suzanne, Bernice, Sheila, Sam, Alice, Ellen, Dorothy, . . . well you get the picture) that might have never been if not for the travel, and if not for the never-ending story behind this blog. Okay, maybe not never-ending, notwithstanding my propensity to go on and on and on and . . . Just a hell of a lot of chapters, at least until I run out of things to say.
I think this chapter may very well be the best one yet; of course, I felt that way at almost every bend in the road. Life is truly what we make of it. Adventure sounds good, feels right. Especially with the man of my dreams beside my side.
If you're feeling really nostalgic, check out last year's raucous celebration covering highlights of the first two years of A Place Called Roam. We rocked the house!