I exited off I-17 at Van Buren Street, and “hooked a left”. Indeed, that was a play on words, as I discovered a few blocks

The collected travelogues of William C. Early: architect, artist, traveler, and observer. Bill’s artwork is shown.
An Odyssey Into
The Wild And Wonderful West,
Or,
If You Can’t Stand The Heat,
Get Outta’ Dallas
I exited off I-17 at Van Buren Street, and “hooked a left”. Indeed, that was a play on words, as I discovered a few blocks
I had in my path-finding repertory an assortment of taped and tattered state road maps, some dating prehistorically back to my 1963 odyssey to San
After a $19.95, “sleepin’-single-in-a-double bed” night, I cruised The Springs for most of the day. Again, the home projector started reeling off some ancient picture
What really predicated this trip? I really think it is worth mentioning. In the summer of 1978 I purchased a 1965 Chevy van, which, as