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Literature often describes places we are curious about, regardless of whether we know them or not. This blog maps the journeys laid out in selected books and offers reflections corresponding to the various stops. Happy traveling!

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I was born in Eureka, California and adopted when I was 2.  I grew up in Fort Bragg, California, and graduated high school in 1982.  I finished a BA in English at Santa Clara University, and then did two years of volunteer service with the Jesuit Volunteer Corps in inner-city Milwaukee.  I lived in Milwaukee from 1986-1995.  I got married in 1995 to Megan Kamerick and moved to San Antonio, Texas where I worked for a non-profit organization while I picked up an MA in International Relations at St. Mary's University.  In 2000, I started a Ph.D. program in Political Science at the University of New Orleans and we lived there until 2004.  Megan accepted a job in Albuquerque 2004, and we have lived there up to the present.  I completed my Ph.D. in 2008 and am currently working at the University of New Mexico School of Medicine.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

On the Road: Council Bluffs, Iowa

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On the Road: Council Bluffs, Iowa

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Are you driving this route? I did the same thing back in 1976 after reading "On the Road," but I hitchhiked the whole way. I didn't exactly stick to the same exact route that Sal Paradise & Dean Moriarty took in the book, though, although I did hit a lot of the same places, including Denver and San Francisco. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life.

Ron Miller
Ron3853@aol.com

6:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I agree with you about the in-betweens, and the evils of suburbs.
Your blog however is a bit more suburban than the book.
I spent a night in council bluffs, I had come up from Kansas city on my rat-bike, and after spending quite some time procuring lodging, settled into a bar accross the parking lot from the hotel. It was all a parking lot, for the hotels, casinos, bars, and truck stops. Spent the night drinking with a mad trucker who had come up from vegas, and planned on going somewhere else in the morn, proably still with a bac but it was proably old hat to him. Couldn't see or ride straight the 2 blocks back to the hotel. Check-out came to early but that was a maschistic trip anyway. Even in a boring town such as council bluffs, there is adventure to be had.

9:10 PM  

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