We wrestle with the wait, and the homeless, and realities of urban life.

We finally decide on the bus...and I make a really stupid joke. (Bell Hop. Bell, that is. And Hop.)

I think Greyhound is the best bet. Have I mentioned that I'm really stupid? Just making sure.

I thought it was such a good idea. Whoa. Was I wrong.

And I begin the tale of the Great Winfield Disaster.

Here’s Martha with her birthday present from last week. I think the ring is rather cool. The stone is spiny oyster. We’ve come to love it almost as much as turquoise.

Hey, Everyone, Just reminding you that I’ll be out of pocket for the rest of the week. But I’ll be back soon with all sorts of new...

Some photos, and good ole St. Mike.

We come to the end of our Durham trip, and I consider the importance of small things and large friendships.

We meet Major The Bull...and I consider cigarettes, “the deadliest artifact in the history of human civilization.”

We meet Major the Bull, and I discuss Durham resident super-spy.

We enjoy lunch at the excellent Cafe Ferdosa...and consider the fabulous poet after whom the restaurant is named.

More adventures in Durham, and thoughts about how much I hate Daylight Savings Time.

We meet the star of the show...the garlic Lamb.

the New England 4 finally arrive!

More on the artist Gene Dillard and his amazing Mosaic House. #MarthaAndMichaelChronicles #Durham

We meet Mr. Dillard and his amazing Mosaic House.

Silver, Soot, and Kudus. An adventure...of sorts.

We discover the Downtown Inn isn’t. Downtown, that is.

Playing Dodge-em with semis in an underpowered car...is *not* fun.