Travel from sea to shining sea; by car or by plane, there's plenty to see in the good ole US of A.
New Hometown Love
This city has now become my home and I am not upset about it. I have lived here four yeas now and have not regretted my move one bit. Indianapolis is a beautiful city with plenty of work if you really want it. There can be opportunity behind many doors if you have hustle in your blood. Aside from the working environments, Indy has many aesthetically pleasing monuments and landmarks. When visiting Indy, you might visit Victory Field, home of the Indianapolis baseball club, or Lucas Oil Stadium, home to the Indianapolis Colts team with its retractable roof. If you are more of a speed fan, do not miss out on the Motor Speedway Museum or the actual Motor Speedway itself, home of the Indy 500. Do not leave the Speedway without a VIP tour, which can include a tour of the racetrack, Brick Yard finish line, press box and winner’s circle. This could be a great family outing or best friend bonding experience.
Ono Island, Alabama: Exclusive and Secluded
Tourists often pass by the Ono Island Bridge just off Perdido Beach Boulevard and wonder what is on the other side. That bridge is the only way a vehicle can get on the island, and it has a guard on duty 24 hours a day. Unless you buy a home or you are a guest of an owner, you are not likely to find out first-hand without an escort. If you are thinking about buying property on the island, a real estate salesperson can get you on the island in a hurry. Bring money. The median price of a home on the island has been estimated at more than one million.
Hiking to Horseshoe Bend in Arizona
Horseshoe Bend in Glen Canyon National Recreation Area has been on my bucket list for years. Horseshoe Bend is a few miles outside of Page, Arizona.
The Pearl of the Tri-Pasture Area
I have made mention of the city of Clem, the Pearl of the Tri-Pasture Area, before. It is barely more than a collection of mailboxes now but back in its heyday, the city of Clem was quite the place, boasting of a number of pool halls, a fire station, two grocery stores and a dry goods place. Its tidy streets were carefully laid out by considerate forefathers in the early settlement days of the area.
There’s No Place Like Los Angeles
As a military brat, I moved around a lot. I like to credit my vivacious personality to my nomad like childhood and after my parents got divorced, my brother and I settled down in a small town called Surprise, Arizona with our mother. It was quite a change from the big city of Austin, Texas and the dry heat was unbearable. Until 2015, I had lived in Arizona for 13 years and never felt like it was home. It wasn’t until I moved to Los Angeles, I felt like I had finally arrived.
Welcome to Kenosha
Welcome to Kenosha, and yes, I do mean that Kenosha. It’s the place I’ve always called home even when I didn’t live here. It’s a very special place right on Lake Michigan. Anyone who lives here has probably called it Kenowhere jokingly once or twice, referring to the fact that it’s a small city that has dreams of being a big city like Chicago or Milwaukee. The irony is that this past year thrust my hometown in to the national spotlight.
A city of dreams. I believe that about Oakland. Broken dreams...Broken people. I'm from this city. A city where any day could be my last. Murder, prostitution, drugs, and homelessness? whats new. I have seen it all.
Where else can you walk out to a little island in the ocean when it's low tide? Where houses look like ice cream cone palettes of pretty colors? Where surprising wildlife like foxes, turkeys, and even bears visit? Milford, CT where I grew up, an idyllic coastal town with warm summers and cold winters. I remember running 6 miles in 19 degrees, skipping over snow on the sandy beach, eyes watering in the wind, breathing in my youth, exhaling my worries. Milford feels safe, life will be ok here. There is comfort in little things like the small ice cream shop by the marina, looking for seashells on the rocky shore during low tide, watching the ocean waves rise up to the steps of the road during high tide. Here is where I could go to carnivals and ride all the fun local rides (except ones that made you vomit), eat terrible carnival food, and walk around feeling satisfied and hopeful. Here is where the annual Oyster festival brings crowds of thousands downtown with live music and good food, the best pizza, and local artists selling goods. Local landmarks like a giant willow tree leaning over the river by a dam. The old movie theater with a balcony, adorned with soft velvet curtained interiors, made you feel fancy and vintage. But they tore that down to make a parking lot, and you lost a little bit of your youth. The local library where kids liked to hang out and some of my grandpa's paintings would hang at times. The parades I marched in as part of my high school's color guard, with my uncle as St. Patrick, the streets lined with merry buzzed townsfolk. The beach was always my favorite of course, the smell of the salt water, the beauty of each sunset, the sounds of gentle waves because we rarely had any due to Long Island blocking the big ones. The one time I kayaked out in the ocean with my sister, becoming sea sick on the way back in as the waves carried us. The time I arrived to my middle school dance on a boat to the Milford Yacht Club, thinking that was the height of sophistication and coolness. I had my first job here, learned how to drive, and navigated the ups and downs of adolescence and early adulthood, thinking it was lame because “nothing happens here.” But now I crave to return.
My Illustrious Hometown
Stefan Ardey My Illustrious Hometown I come from a place that gave birth to a couple of well-known basketball players in the NBA. I grew up in a town that's in the Big Apple, the city of dreams. My hometown is probably only one of the few one block twenty buildings apartment complex around. Each floor has eighteen floors. My hometown breeds rappers, too. These rappers leave the hometown but still represent it. The numbers five and seven are used as hand signs to symbolize and signify the hometown, and its broad road that goes straight down after Junction Boulevard and ends at 99th Street. It's called 57th Avenue. This hometown has everything within a five-block radius. You can cross the street and go to a supermarket. You can cross the street and go to a fast-food restaurant.
Small Town, Olympic Hopes
I've lived one place my entire life. My family did move at one point but it was only from "old Kearns" to "new Kearns" a few miles away so we could have a slightly bigger house with a slightly smaller yard. Nothing changed but my ability to keep dogs.
While I love them dearly and each one holds a place in my heart, my home is not my friends or my family. It isn’t where I was born, where I grew up or where I made the most memories. Home for me is a place I’d fantasized about visiting and living in for almost seven years. A place that I wasn’t able to go see until this year, for the weekend of my 23rd birthday.
Remembering The Ice Storm of 94
Ask anyone who lived here at the time and you can bet they have a story for you. This month marks 27 years since one of the biggest ice storms in Tennessee history, which caused many residents to go days without electricity or heat in the cold of February, some for weeks. Trees and powerlines were downed by the ice causing thousands of power outages across Tennessee.