There’s a stretch of I-70 in Utah which runs through a landscape nearly bleached of color. Then, once in the town of Green River, there is a former gas station repainted in bright yellow and orange hues with a truck reading MEXICAN FOOD and a sign reading TACOS.
Just north of Philadelphia, and within Wissahickon Valley Park, lies the “Devil’s Pool.” Don’t let the name scare you though – it’s worth hiking to.
Steak tips, in a sub, and eaten on the beach? What sort of clash of cultures was this, and why had it taken us this long to find it?
Henry Harrison, owner of The International Rock-a-Billy Hall of Fame Museum, wants you to know Elvis, Carl, and Johnny as people, not as mythic titans of music and history.
Miami’s Upper Eastside is full of proof that “endless summer” is a false ideal to chase. Summer does end, but it also comes back, sometimes in a new shape and form.