How This Whole Ordeal Started
"The seller, who I'll call 'Bob' (because his real name is "Bob")..."
People have been reciting this to me everywhere I go.
"The seller, who I'll call 'Bob' (because his real name is 'Bob')..."
They're quoting from a four-part travel series I wrote for the Frederick News-Post, entitled "A Road Warrior's Last Hurrah." I offered the series to several newspapers simultaneously, and four accepted. In conversations with each, it became clear that most expected a straightforward travelogue; a faux Fodor's Guide, and nothing more.
That wasn't my intention at all. The trip was my last chance to wander the country before I got down to the serious (and travel-restricting) business of raising a new baby. The goal was to have some fun: Buy an old car in California, and coerce it through a dozen states, stopping to indulge any ol' whim. I never intended to write a review of Spago. I wanted cheeseburgers and tacky souvenirs.
The Frederick News-Post's travel editor, Linda Gregory, "got it." Her first e-mail to me was funny. She was up for something out of the box. Later, she proved a writer's dream as an editor, fixing broken things, preserving any decent writing I happened to luck into.
I actually did the deed in early August 2004, and the series ran shortly thereafter. Unfortunately, the News-Post removed the series from its website, archiving it behind the pay-per-view curtain. We've assembled the raw parts into PDF files, with apologies for the fact that the words I have on file mightn't be as polished the words actually published in the newspaper; our photo choices differ, too.
Please take a look when you have some time. These essays only make sense to a relaxed reader.
Cheers,
Frank Whyte