As I begin typing this, I'm at a loss. What's my favorite city? My goodness. Until being asked that question I doubt it's one I'd ever consider wanting to answer.
Main Street. Every town has one, but this one is different. I walk down the sidewalk, pass the thrift store, and on towards the mission.
"Sometimes a man
My first blog for Red Room is about my favorite city, Las Vegas. Ignore all of the rants about the evils and depravity of the City of Sin, pay no attention to the recoiling liberals who balk a
Michael and I have collected a number of frequent flier miles, and one of my favorite things to do
My friend Richard takes a room at the Capri. After three sleep-deprived days in our noisy, group-rate Havana hotel, he has grown restless and grumpy.
Stepping off the plane and into the airport a few years ago one summer, didn't ready me for what was to come. I gathered my bags at luggage claim and headed towards the exit. When the automati
Both K.M. Daughters were born outside New York City and one still resides there. So it would seem that New York would garner both votes.
I grew up in small town Illinois. That was my childhood. There were tractor pulls, pep rallies where they actually piled up wood and had bonfires, as often as not stealing that wood from the ba
As a teenage exchange student in the 1980s I fell in love with Berlin: the sights, sounds,
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