The first time I went to a Renaissance Festival, it was solely to earn dad-points.

If you learn nothing else about St. Louis from visiting here, you will learn this: It is the most inside baseball city you’ll ever visit.

One day in October I drove into the Alps of northern Italy to a teensy village called Camposilvano.

I took a walk in a blizzard around Anchorage one day in late February.

I climbed on the bus in Munich, found a seat and tried to relax for the ride back to my bed and breakfast.