Author Archives: georgebryson

Funny how I never feel more at home than when I’m leaving it. Or at least leaving (for me) the emotionally complicated confines of Southern California, where this minor character was born and raised. Preferably by my dear old escape … Continue reading →

No, we haven’t made it to Jeruselum (at least not yet). This Zion is actually located in St. George, Utah — where the excellent staff at the local Harley-Davidson franchise just replaced the drive-belt on my Sportster, allowing us to … Continue reading →

It was a long day, it was a cold day. It would be the final day of our journey. Or so I thought. In Northern California yesterday — was it only yesterday? — we persevered through the Trinity Range north … Continue reading →

If you have to be an old bull put out to pasture, I’m thinking, you could do a lot worse than this sunny bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the handsome Big Sur country of central California. Not to mention … Continue reading →

Traveling north, still a few miles short of my hometown, we passed by the old pier at Huntington Beach, where my teenage friends and I sometimes went surfing, sharing one board between us. Since I wasn’t the board-owner, most of … Continue reading →

So I stopped for lunch in San Juan Capistrano, home of the Spanish mission, which I didn’t realize until now is the oldest building in California — and the etymological source of my blog. Let’s see if I can get … Continue reading →

Before I continued my way west across Arizona on Sunday, I got wondering what I’d find if I knocked on the door of Congresswoman Gabrielle “Gabby” Giffords’ district office in east Tucson. I expected no one there. Certainly not the … Continue reading →

How many negative associations toward Texas had I accumulated in a lifetime? Let me count the ways. There was the time the Dallas Cowboys first began calling themselves “America’s team.” That would make the list. There were the Texan oilfield workers … Continue reading →

Leaving the south now and moving west. Way out West. But before saying goodbye to the gentility of Vivian Leigh (in A Streetcar Named Desire)  and hello to the generosity of Elizabeth Taylor (in Giant), I would be remiss if I failed … Continue reading →