After that harrowing experience in New Orleans, that took a time off my life for sure, we had thought that our dreams for a motorhome were extinguished. Instead, what it did for us, is help us figure out what we really needed.
We had chose the Safari Trek because it was not as large as a [...]

Okay, so there I was 3 hours from home, at 3:30 a.m., freezing, in a part of a city that I am unfamiliar with, I have no transportation and no place to sleep.
So first thing I needed was a hotel room to crash, but where was I? Luckily my phone was now charged and [...]

Lost Sole #401 was discovered during my layover in Mobile at the Greyhound Bus Station while I was getting some fresh air. The photo below it is of the Trek that almost caused me to die from stress overload. It is hard to look at the pic as I had such high hopes for the [...]

2010: The year of the Oil Spill. This Lost Sole became a source of a lot of attention for the One Shoe Diaries. It helped get over 30,000 hits in one weekend when I got featured on CNN.com because of this photo.This bittersweet year was full of memorable events for Sharon and I. Full of [...]

Tucked away from the Snowbird and Tourist spotlight is a little piece of “Old Florida” known as the Nav-A-Gator Bar and Restaurant. It seems as if it might be almost just the way it was when it opened in the 50s. The walls and property are littered with eclectic memorabilia and what some may call junk, but it creates an atmosphere of a place that time forgot.

An old bronze baby shoe, Lost Sole #385, found in Vital SIgns museum of lost treasures.Before we even moved into our present location we met the neighbor across the street, Chip. Although I guess he is not technically a neighbor as he owns the sign business but does not actually live on the premises. Or [...]

As you know Sharon’s nanny passed away recently. One of the things that most affected Nanny when she was alive was when we lost Noah. She, along with Glenda and Bump raced down here from Maryland to be at our side. Nanny had been looking forward to Noah’s birth with such excitement that she was devastated when she learned of his passing. She kept a photo by her bed of him from then on.

Today I lost a grandmother. Not my blood relative grandmother, but my grandmother nonetheless. Pauline Jessie Conner, affectionately known as Nanny, was Sharon’s grandmother and our Nora Jessie Hamilton’s namesake. Nanny was truly the glue that bound the family together, a true matriarch so this past week has been so hard on the family.

On our way home from Maryland Sharon and I passed a gentlemen on the shoulder of I-65, outside of Montgomery, AL, pulling a shopping cart overflowing with items that can only be described as “stuff”. I mentioned to Sharon regarding our current situation that “it could always be worse” as I pointed to this poor fellow dragging his belongings in the searing southern U.S. heat.

After hanging in Deal Island for a few days doing pretty much nothing, we were stir crazy and ventured out to the small historic town of Pocomoke City just 30 minutes away. It is definitely small, but full of charm. An old downtown area was neat to look at, but we were hoping to get lunch there but no restaurants except a pizza place was still in business :( Apparently there were two nice places with lots of personality right in downtown that just recently closed their doors.