The large, brown oak door stood partially open, the cavernous foyer was empty, and the museum was, as best we could tell, deserted.
Your probably aren’t aware of it, but your sartorial life would be very different if it weren’t for the small town of Meadville in the northwest corner of Pennsylvania.
For heat-seared Southerners searching for a respite, Michigan’s Upper Peninsula is the perfect place in summer. Temperatures that probably scorch cold-hardened Yoopers (residents of the UP – as in UPers), seem downright refreshing to us.
Want to see the graves of Charles Dickens, William Shakespeare, and Charles Darwin? Then it’s off to London’s Westminster Abbey. Have a hankering to visit the final resting place of Kelly Mitchell, aka “Queen of the Gypsies?”
Terri and I are avid campers and have been since our university days. We’ve camped from coast to coast and border to border. Before we got our tiny popup last summer, we were tent campers.
Do you recognize this two thousand year-old Mayan temple from Mexico’s northern Yucatan? We wouldn’t think so, because it isn’t Mayan, and certainly isn’t in Mexico.
Shopping centers all across America have the same homogeneous mix of big-box and trendy fashion stores, but their marketing departments would have you believe that their mall is unique.