Opinion

(This essay recounting an automobile excursion from the Midwest to the Florida archipelago in the Gulf of Mexico is offered by an amateur writer from central California. American Travelogue Magazine does not by habit publish articles other than submissions by professional travel writers, but...

I might have scared off a few readers with that title, but I think it is important for you to believe and understand what I am going to write. When I got out of the Army in 1974, I got a job as a...

I told you I’d come back, and I did. I did not say that I would keep coming back. I miss you being here, translating for me. I miss you laying down the law and providing the guidelines over here. I miss you. Period. I...

June is Men’s Health Month, a perfect time to focus on men’s health and to raise awareness about the importance of preventative health practices for men, boys, and their families. In our fast-paced world, men’s health can often take a backseat. Men between the ages of...

I think this is a time for confessions. I don’t want you to know about all my transgressions, but I will admit I am a Hedonist. Good grief! That looks pretty bad if you don’t know the definition. I actually discovered the meaning of...

“You’re here.” I hear your whisper. It comes down on a wisp of wind from the mountains above your home. Where your shell now lies still, and your spirit is at peace. Once listless and always searching, you finally slowed your quest to live...

I will remember this month, this May of 2024, as one of journalistic chaos and don’t you wanna know why? Let me tell you why; and in the telling offer up a plea of “guilty with prejudice” to the charge of Unwarranted Opinion. If one...

“Yours is the last dad,” she stated emphatically. Yes. All my friends’ dads have passed away. Of our generation, there is one mother and one father remaining on the planet and then we will be the top generation. That is a rather sobering thought. On...

I cannot recall the first time I learned about The Great Depression of my parent’s generation, but I do remember their stories of that time in American history. As early as elementary school we watched period newsreels depicting unemployed workers in soup kitchen lines,...

For the readers who have been reading my thoughts for the past few years, you will be happy to know that my old ’56 Ford F-100 is finally on the road. Of course, it isn’t completely finished as I would like it to be...