Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!
Bio
Joe Guay is a recovering people-pleaser who writes on Travel, Showbiz, LGBTQ life, humor and the general inanities of life. He aims to be "the poor man's" David Sedaris. You're welcome!
Stories (24/0)
Where Tony Stark, Kevin Bacon & John Wayne Wandered - Treading the Alabama Hills (In California?)
“We’re going to go up the back way,” my partner Eddie says. Fine by me. An always-energetic explorer of California, the route rarely matters to me. I'm like a happy dog with its head sticking out the window on road trips, wind buffeting my smiling face at 65 miles per hour, tongue hanging out.
By Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!about 15 hours ago in Wander
3 Less-Visited Colorado National Parks, Conquered In A Grand Swing
You’ve heard of Arches and Zion National Parks in Utah? They’re great, but crowded. Popular. I’m the weirdo who's off exploring Utah's lesser-known Capitol Reef National Park instead.
By Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!about 15 hours ago in Wander
Being A Church Kid Until I Wasn't
There are bad kids and good kids. I’m one of the good kids. You know why? I’m a six-year-old little boy at St. John the Evangelist, the local Catholic school. Mom and dad plant us at church every Sunday, five pews from the front. Sister Mary Jude quizzes every Monday morning, asking what the Gospel was about at Mass the day before.
By Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!2 months ago in Confessions
The Little Prince - How Did I Miss Out On This Famous Book?
It’s all Bob Fosse’s fault. A few years back I tore through Fosse, the giant tome-of-a-biography about the prolific dancer and choreographer. Within its pages I learned he’d appeared in a film I’d never heard of, 1974’s The Little Prince. The author went on to explain Fosse had a featured role as The Snake, getting to showcase his signature moves himself.
By Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!2 months ago in BookClub
Travel Writing That's Earned A Place On My Bookshelf
“When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever, and now that I’m fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. Four hoarse blasts of a ship’s whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tramping… I fear the disease is incurable.” — John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley: In Search of America
By Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!2 months ago in Wander
The Estate Sale - Seeing The Best & Worst of Humanity
I stumble out to the sidewalk, the desert sun hitting my face. Whoa, that was close — the garage walls had been closing in on me, the mountains and mountains threatening to envelop me.
By Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!2 months ago in Psyche