In April of 1993, we undertook one of our most ambitious family vacations, hopping on the Amtrak in Reno, Nevada and riding it all the way to New York City. We spent a week there, grabbed another train to Florida, and spent a week at Disney World. We then jumped on a third train and rode it all the way back home. Three weeks in all. I was a 16-year-old kid back then, and I brought a blank book along to keep track of everything we did. If I had made the same trip today, I probably would have brought a laptop and recorded the whole thing in a weblog. But I did it with pencil and paper. And now the natural thing to do, on the 10th anniversary of that trip, is to dig out my dusty old travel journal and post what I wrote, weblog syle. Each entry will be put on this site ten years to the day after I wrote it.

Yes, it's embarassing to look back on what I wrote back then. I apparently thought I was some kind of deep, introspective poet. As a result, I wrote some of the worst prose ever. In writing this smug concoction of twisted metaphors and murdered grammar, I came off as being somewhere between an illiterate boob and pretentious ass. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad, and if I wasn't so proud of it at the time.

Might as well put it up here, though. There might be two or three people interested in it.