Notes from the Road

By Everett Potter The start of Black History Month is a good occasion to reflect on The Negro Motorist Green Book, which aided African Americans as they traveled travel through Jim Crow America. It was conceived and first published in 1936 by an African-American New York City mailman named Victor Hugo

by Effin Older I couldn’t leave without hugging you. It was the only time we broke the six-feet rule since COVID tore our lives apart. We clung to each other, not knowing when we’d touch again, but we promised, promised, promised we would. Hours later, your father and I boarded

By Everett Potter If you’ve been daydreaming about a road trip in a RV this summer, you’re not alone. I recently tackled the subject in an article for Forbes article called Will 2020 Be The Year of RV Travel? The conclusion, I believe, is a resounding “yes.” RV’s offer a self-contained

By Michael Kiefer To go or not to go, that was the question. We had pooled our frequent flyer miles and scheduled a trip to Barcelona for our March break. “Aquí todo el mundo hace vida normal,” a friend who lives there texted. “Everyone here is living a normal life.”

Kelly Hayes, a spotter on NBC’s Sunday Night Football, is attempting to to complete “The Running Decathlon” which consists of the ten most widely-run track events. His goal is to run each race “half as fast,” or in twice the time, of the current world record in each event. And

Berlin. Perfect high-summer June evening–even at the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe. The light has sculpted the 2,711 concrete slabs, each meant to symbolize a coffin, into a pleasingly abstract play of gray and black. It’s contrary to the intent, of course. Even so, the behavior of this

By Richard West “He hinted of pubs where life can drink its fill.” (Patrick Kavanagh) I propose a change in exercise routines, from jumping to conclusions, skipping bail, and prematurely crossing bridges. Instead a literary pub crawl that combines aerobics, limbering up the intellect, and weight lifting glassware.  And where

By Everett Potter We sailed at sunset on the Guildive, a motor yacht built in 1934 for a Wall Streeter to commute via the East River to a city emerging from the Depression. But we weren’t commuters and we were hundreds of miles north of Manhattan, in the dark waters

by Everett Potter If you ask me to define adventure travel, I will likely skip a description of a Moab single track trail, Class IV rapids on the Colorado River or a Via Ferrata in the Dolomites. Instead, I’ll cut to the chase and say that after three decades of writing about