<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:37:48.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>America Is...</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a freelance photojournalist traveling across the US on a mission to hit all 48 contiguous states. This is a journal of the places I see and the people I meet.

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</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-109701234741598371</id><published>2004-10-05T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T14:20:10.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manning to JamesIndianapolis Colts vs. Jacksonville JaguarsJacksonville, FLSport is an integral part of the American experience, and no sport better personifies our collective obsession than football. Sure, baseball is our national pastime, but football packs more people into bigger stadiums with louder crowds, complete with such distractions as cheerleaders and tailgates.On this weekend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/109701234741598371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/109701234741598371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109701234741598371' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-109643606611293219</id><published>2004-09-29T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T01:34:26.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jim HildenbrandHurricane Frances &amp; Jeanne SurvivorMelbourne, FLIt’s 93 degrees and the sun is pounding down on Osceola County, which has the miserable distinction of being in the path of three hurricanes. Branches litter the side of the road, signs are blown over, and tarps cover numerous roofs. Cops patrol the area in swarms. Driving down the highway gives a sensation of vertigo because the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/109643606611293219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/109643606611293219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109643606611293219' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-109643929445852793</id><published>2004-09-26T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T02:32:46.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Juan O. PerkinsKelly Ingram ParkBirmingham, ALI’ve been to many museums in my lifetime. Of course, New York has dozens of the world’s best, and I’ve made trips to DC and to places around the world, but none has struck me as being so profound as the Civil Rights Institute in Birmingham. I entered the facility on a Sunday, and was immediately ushered into a small theater to watch an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/109643929445852793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/109643929445852793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109643929445852793' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-109617668838234386</id><published>2004-09-26T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T22:56:23.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miss Daisy277 Muddy Bayou RdRodney, MSThe only road through Rodney, MS is made of dirt, just like all the roads that lead to Rodney (there are two). And near the end of the road is an old house with a tin roof that has stood since 1935 when Miss Daisy moved to Rodney. Life was different back then, when the Mississippi rolled a little closer to the small town, and the street was lined with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/109617668838234386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/109617668838234386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109617668838234386' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-10881167718670218</id><published>2004-06-24T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:00:03.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rose Fosha, ArchaeologistOld Chinatown SiteDeadwood, SDHBO's Deadwood has caused quite a stir in the real Deadwood. Traffic to the city's website is up six-fold, and the tourism board is expecting a huge increase in visitors this summer. First settled in 1876 because of the large gold deposits, Deadwood became legendary because of the larger-than-life heroes that walked its streets like Wild Bill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/10881167718670218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/10881167718670218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#10881167718670218' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108811366524195670</id><published>2004-06-21T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T18:11:22.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>George Washington &amp; Thomas JeffersonMt. RushmoreKeystone, SDState historian Doane Robinson had the revolutionary idea of carving the faces of the nation's famous into the granite needles that poke through the South Dakota Black Hills. He approached sculptor Gutzon Borglum, who agreed to the project, and decided to carve into Mount Rushmore because it was more structurally suitable for such a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108811366524195670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108811366524195670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108811366524195670' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108780365880034110</id><published>2004-06-20T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T03:42:43.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old Faithful EruptsYellowstone National ParkYellowstone, WYIf Old Faithful was a part of Disneyland, I'd be asking for a refund. I waited over an hour for her to blow, and when she finally did (a little late, I might add), there was no thunderous soundtrack, no fireworks, no large mouse shaking the hands of the kids. In fact, before it was even over, hundreds of spectators were already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108780365880034110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108780365880034110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108780365880034110' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108780559157405422</id><published>2004-06-19T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T04:17:20.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The YankeesYankees v. Red Sox - South Spokane Little LeagueSpokane, WASpokane exemplifies exactly what happens without adequate city planning. What appears to be a lack of more stringent zoning, and sprawl control, has turned the city into a literal strip mall connected by 4 lane "highways" and poor traffic patterns. The urban areas of the city have nothing distinct or unique, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108780559157405422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108780559157405422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108780559157405422' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108754631979865713</id><published>2004-06-18T04:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T03:45:30.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Berkeley PitDigital Composite PhotographButte, MTWith street names like Quartz, Platinum, and Galena, it's no wonder that Butte's main industry is mining. Energy costs drove mining out of town during the 80s, but after deregulation occurred, mining resumed in some parts. Berkeley Pit was once the largest open copper mine in the world, but now is a highly toxic lake. The EPA relaxed clean-up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108754631979865713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108754631979865713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108754631979865713' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108743947786247110</id><published>2004-06-16T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T00:31:29.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michael ClemensPresident, National Sunflower AssociationWimbledon, NDI was really just trying to get out of the rain that had enshrouded most of eastern North Dakota. Despite the mystique of the movie, Fargo was really like any other town with it's line of fast food restaurants on the main drag through town. But it was hunger that pulled me to stop at the Valley City Burger King, when a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108743947786247110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108743947786247110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108743947786247110' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108743787128716110</id><published>2004-06-15T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T22:32:00.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Volcanoes vs. SidewindersLincoln School FieldsAlexandria, MNThe largest mall in the US is conveniently located in the Twin Cities. The Mall of America boasts over 500 stores on three levels, and includes a huge center atrium with rollercoasters, and many other rides and attractions to suck in the visitor, and keep them captive for as long as possible. Just how big is a 500+ store mall? It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108743787128716110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108743787128716110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108743787128716110' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108719443353579668</id><published>2004-06-14T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T02:27:13.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Radar Speed PitchCinder City DaysAltoona, WIAfter my poor shooting at the girls softball championships, I was determined to work on some basics by shooting some Little League. Eau Claire's Fairfax Park seemed like it would fit the bill with its two ball parks, but as I rolled into town, I was unable to find it. I wandered around town and found a men's slow pitch softball game in nearby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108719443353579668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108719443353579668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108719443353579668' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108708273182345772</id><published>2004-06-12T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T19:32:26.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bill Greskiw, Coach, Catholic Central HilltoppersWIAA Division 4 Softball State ChampionsMadison, WIThe wake-up call came at 6:15am, the time I thought that I would motivate to get out of bed and head to downtown Green Bay to shoot a road race. But ah, time is so fleeting, and the next time I looked up, it was 7:30, far too late to get up to make the 8am race.But my quest to shoot some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108708273182345772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108708273182345772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108708273182345772' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108700798801707411</id><published>2004-06-11T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T22:39:48.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guy with a Engine HatHot Rod Power Tour 2004Lambeau Stadium, Green Bay, WILodging is a bit scant this weekend in Green Bay. Perhaps you came for the Jehovah's Witness convention, or the Bellin 10k race. Or maybe you were one of the thousands of people that are part of Hot Rod magazine's Power Tour. Each year, the "Long Haulers" drive from city to city over the course of a week to show off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108700798801707411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108700798801707411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108700798801707411' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108700740803623691</id><published>2004-06-11T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T22:30:08.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pig DeliveryDreamland Restaurant &amp; MotelGulliver, MITraveling in the Upper Peninsula (better known as the "U.P." to the locals) is sort of like going to Canada, except with more McDonalds. Once you cross over the Mackinac Bridge from Mackinaw City into the UP, the scenery changes to beautiful tree lined road with frequent vistas of adjacent Lake Michigan. Not wanting to succumb to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108700740803623691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108700740803623691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108700740803623691' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108656045957801834</id><published>2004-06-06T18:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T18:20:59.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Horse RacingBelmont Park, Belmont Stakes WeekendElmont, NYI got the call a few days earlier from Eddie Adams teammate, Max Morse. Sports Illustrated photographer, Bill Frakes, was looking for another assistant for the Belmont Stakes, and Max wanted to know if I was interested in helping out. Without hesistation I accepted, not only because of the opportunity to work for the magazine, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108656045957801834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108656045957801834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108656045957801834' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-108499734338220325</id><published>2004-05-19T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T14:37:13.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pert "Mr. Charcoal" WhiteheadWorld Championships of BBQ Road TripMemphis, TNThe air was thick with charcoal and applewood smoke, and the damp skies could hardly hold back the crowds for the World Championships of BBQ in Memphis, TN. As a part of "Memphis in May," the contest brings competitors from all over the country and world in a competition for ribs, shoulder and whole pig, in addition </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108499734338220325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/108499734338220325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108499734338220325' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107241666247411719</id><published>2003-12-26T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T00:32:03.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aili MacDonald with CrabWaimanalo BeachWaimanalo, O'ahu, Hawai'iBesides the typical 80 degree weather, Christmas in Hawai'i isn't so dissimilar from the mainland. We have a traditional Christmas lunch with the relatives after opening gifts in the morning. As is custom, I am always the latest to rise, and my family patiently waits for me to roll into the living room before opening gifts. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107241666247411719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107241666247411719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107241666247411719' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107226222163386158</id><published>2003-12-24T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T05:38:19.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My SisterThe Contemporary Museum of Hawai'iHonolulu, Hawai'iBack home in Hawai'i for the holidays with the family, and my sister insisted that we go up to the Contemporary Museum to look at some prints for our mom, but more importantly to try to take a picture for her belated holiday cards. This particular installation is composed of a ton of branches from some native plants (i.e. guava), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107226222163386158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107226222163386158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107226222163386158' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107121637251627164</id><published>2003-12-12T03:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T03:11:50.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Last SupperPizza HutWashington, PAI left New York on August 4. I've traveled nearly 18,000 miles. I've seen 35 states. I've gotten one speeding ticket.My windshield needs to be replaced. I need new glasses. I have to go get my teeth cleaned at the dentist.I've eaten more fast food and beef jerky than I care to admit.My lower back is a mess.I've listened to the John Mayer CD more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107121637251627164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107121637251627164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121637251627164' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107121505476061980</id><published>2003-12-12T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T02:45:01.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope Train StationBirthplace of Bill ClintonHope, ARA modest house sits next to the train tracks in Hope, Arkansas where Billy Blythe grew up. Billy's father, William Blythe II was killed when he was thrown from a car into a ditch while Billy's mom was seven months pregnant. Billy's mother subsequently married Roger Clinton, and young Billy Blythe eventually took his step-father's name and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107121505476061980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107121505476061980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121505476061980' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107121550047919614</id><published>2003-12-10T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T02:54:32.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Broken WindshieldCaruthersville, MOThe average piece of windshield is composed of two pieces of glasses that sandwich a piece of polyvinyl butyral, giving the glass over 1000psi of tensile strength. So really, breaking a windshield takes a tremendous amount of force. But a semi kicking up a small rock flying at a vehicle traveling 80mph (er, 65 mph) could very well do the trick, and in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107121550047919614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107121550047919614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121550047919614' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107121444201442728</id><published>2003-12-09T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T02:35:35.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Donkeys for SaleRosedale St.Hostton, LAThere isn't much going on in upstate Lousiana besides gambling. Shreveport, like many states, circumvents the law restricting land-based casinos by permanently attaching a ferry boat to the Harrah's hotel downtown. This makes for a three-story, extremely long and narrow casino. But even on a Monday night, patrons could be seen in a filled casino losing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107121444201442728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107121444201442728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121444201442728' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107093238217479249</id><published>2003-12-08T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T22:45:35.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Road KillRadio Station Rd &amp; LA84Mansfield, LALike the ubiquity of the Golden Arches around the roadsides of the US, you can't escape the foul sight of road kill. Dogs, cats, deer, elk, rabbits, wolves, they are all represented as flattened, two-dimensional representations of their former selves. And I can't help but wonder about the circumstances of the hit and runs that I've encountered. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107093238217479249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107093238217479249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107093238217479249' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107086632436908607</id><published>2003-12-08T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T01:55:46.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gulf of MexicoGalveston, TXThe beauty of traveling to new places is crushing old preconceptions. I had a notion that Texas was a very homogeneous place with little culture and a lot of bullshit Texas-size pride. And sure, Texans have a lot of pride in their state and their history, but Houston is an interesting place. Very large asian and middle eastern populations co-exist with the caucasian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107086632436908607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107086632436908607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107086632436908607' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107058962260331879</id><published>2003-12-04T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T00:08:59.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SunsetAlfred P. Murrah Building MemorialOklahoma City, OKUntil September 11, 2001, the Oklahoma City bombing had been the worst terrorist act in our nation's history. Today on the same plot of land, stands a dramatic, but serene memorial to the men, women and children that lost their lives on April 19, 1995 at 9:01 am. When I was a child, I couldn't understand how something like a piece of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107058962260331879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107058962260331879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107058962260331879' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107058921508931217</id><published>2003-12-04T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T21:21:02.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Roadside TableBuffalo, OKA curious feature of the US highway system is the prevalence of roadside tables. A blue sign marks the one mile mark before these small, often covered picnic benches appear just feet away from speeding traffic. In 1919, a young highway engineer named Herb Larson, who had campaigned to save old trees along the budding highway system, was frustrated by the lack of areas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107058921508931217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107058921508931217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107058921508931217' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107058879364013743</id><published>2003-12-04T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T20:47:13.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boot HillBoot Hill MuseumDodge City, KSFor the second year in a row, Dodge City won't be on my Top Ten Most Fragrant Cities in the US list. Along with Harley, TX, Dodge City smells like a big, nasty cow. But it wasn't always that way...As the white settlers moved west and started the trade industry, they took advantage of the Santa Fe Trail that had been established by the Native Americans</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107058879364013743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107058879364013743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107058879364013743' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107053049932650055</id><published>2003-12-04T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T04:36:34.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Drive-InSonicGuyman, OKNext to apple pie and freakish entertainers like Michael Jackson, what could be more American than the drive-in? Although the drive-in conjures up images from the 50s with rollerskate girls serving up shakes, the drive-in experience is still alive in chain-restaurant form care of Sonic - America's Drive-In.Of course, you need a lot of cheap land to set up a place</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107053049932650055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107053049932650055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107053049932650055' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107052956133446670</id><published>2003-12-04T04:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T23:02:24.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buckaroo MotelTucumcari, NMThe two lane highways that run across the US are littered with small towns that are only a few blocks in length, and whichc seemingly exist for the benefit of the few truckers that pass through. Tucumcari is a New Mexico border town that leads into Oklahoma, and like the other towns that dot the blue highways off I-40, it's littered with derelict motels. But a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107052956133446670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107052956133446670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107052956133446670' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107043133808907202</id><published>2003-12-03T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T01:04:56.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting KicksRoute 66Gallup, NMIf you ever plan to motor west,Travel my way, take the highway, that's the best.Get your kicksOn Route 66It winds from Chicago to LAMore than 2,000 miles all the wayGet your kicksOn Route 66You go through St. Louis, and Joplin, MissouriOklahoma City will be mighty prettyYou'll see Amarillo, Gallup, New MexicoFlagstaff, Arizona, don't forget Winona</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107043133808907202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107043133808907202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043133808907202' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107043093960735905</id><published>2003-12-03T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:57:03.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eduardo RubioMeteor CraterMeteorite Crater, AZ50,000 years ago, a 150 foot meteor slammed into the desert in Northern Arizona. Travelling at 40,000 mph, the mostly iron rock vaporized on contact and left an impact crater 3 miles in circumference and 700 feet deep. In the late 19th century, the crater was misidentified as a volcanic caldera, but in 1902, a mining engineer named Daniel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107043093960735905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107043093960735905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043093960735905' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-107018079900085137</id><published>2003-11-30T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T03:36:15.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Josh SingerThanksgiving DinnerLos Angeles, CADespite my pleas to go out, Josh insisted that we cook a Thanksgiving feast at Deborah's house. Deborah protested too, but in the end, we found ourselves assembled in her kitchen with several hundred dollars worth of food and cooking implements, and a skull-full of headaches. Having spent 110 hours at the French Culinary Institute in New York, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107018079900085137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/107018079900085137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107018079900085137' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106975349391428197</id><published>2003-11-25T04:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T05:08:21.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MeSunset on CA 1San Simeon, CAEveryone who's driven it, has raved about CA 1, aka The Pacific Coast Highway (PCH). This mostly 2-lane highway winds its way from above the Bay Area down past Los Angeles along some of the most scenic coastal routes the US has to offer. Having driven from LA to SF on the less-than-scenic I-5, I decided to try CA 1 on the advice of a number of friends on the way</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106975349391428197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106975349391428197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106975349391428197' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106964579616862429</id><published>2003-11-23T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:57:10.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stefanie AtkinsonEmmy Award WinnerSan Francisco, CADespite winning an Emmy for her work doing motion graphics for CNET TV, Stefanie Atkinson decided to drop that work to pursue a line of work that had more significance for her. Her work with a breast cancer survivor led her to the Eddie Adams Workshop where I met her last month. Earlier this month, a show of her work helped to raise over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106964579616862429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106964579616862429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106964579616862429' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106904115202338045</id><published>2003-11-16T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:54:05.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joan Barickman"Open Forum" at the ACESBedford Hills, NYHoused within a former church near the railroad station in Bedford Hills is a tiny alternative high school founded by Joan Barickman in 1977. Having had success with a tough group of kids in the "conventional" high school, Barickman got the approval, blessing and budget of the principal to start something for the misfits that nobody </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106904115202338045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106904115202338045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904115202338045' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106904000267387282</id><published>2003-11-15T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T22:38:13.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rob McGarryBeirut Tournament at The Big EasyNew York, NYAlthough drinking and socializing are a part of almost every nation and culture, the excesses of drinking games seems to be uniquely American. "Beirut," better known as "Beer Pong" is a rite of passage in many colleges, and for those recent graduates, can follow them into their young professional lives. The Big Easy, one of hundreds of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106904000267387282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106904000267387282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904000267387282' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106799199284024760</id><published>2003-11-04T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T20:03:51.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wilted CactusCalifornia WildfiresScripps Ranch, CAThe smell is much too familiar. It's the acrid smell of burnt life that I first encountered on September 11. But this time, it's 1 million acres of the state of California. And while the toll in human lives is significantly less, thousands of homes and consequently thousands of lives were affected by the fires which burned out of control for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106799199284024760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106799199284024760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799199284024760' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106799135913552678</id><published>2003-11-03T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T19:56:03.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>66 °The World's Tallest ThermometerBaker, CADriving along I-15 from Las Vegas to San Diego takes you through the Mojave Desert National Park, which is the home to Death Valley, the hottest place on earth. In keeping with the superlatives of American life, it is only appropriate that the world's tallest thermometer jut out of the barren landscape to announce the highs and lows of desert life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106799135913552678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106799135913552678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106799135913552678' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106759108809442155</id><published>2003-10-31T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T06:06:44.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TreeThompson Springs, UTWhen I arrived in Denver last night, it was 73 degrees. When I woke up this morning, it was 27 degrees, and all my windows were completely iced over. Unprepared, I had to borrow an ice scraper before heading out. As I drove away from Denver, things got worse -- the temperature dropped to 22 degrees and the rain was freezing on my windshield, and visibility was down to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106759108809442155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106759108809442155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106759108809442155' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106749778968444337</id><published>2003-10-30T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T02:13:20.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home, Home On the RangeWireframe BuffaloKearny, NEWhy is it that gas stations seem to always have the largest flags? I mean this flag was huge. I could see it from a couple miles away. I'm thinking our whole dependency on oil makes the gas companies rich, so the gas stations fly the American flag to remind us to fill up our SUVs on a daily basis. Well, I suppose it beats flying a big flag of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106749778968444337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106749778968444337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106749778968444337' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106749504922261339</id><published>2003-10-28T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T01:35:29.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Autumn Leaves (Les Feuilles Mortes)Notre DameSouth Bend, INI finished a whole bag of beef jerky today, and now my jaw hurts. It wasn't the soft &amp; moist, girly beef jerky, it was dry and tough -- salty to boot. How can such thin strips of beef be so tough, yet so flavorful? So dry and salty that you would contemplate drinking seawater. Beef Jerky is clearly an American thing. I must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106749504922261339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106749504922261339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106749504922261339' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106731472410849120</id><published>2003-10-27T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T06:31:05.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moby &amp; GwenThe Rock and Roll Hall of FameCleveland, OHWhen people ask me what I'm going to do on this trip, for some reason I always say, "I'm going to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!" as if it's the epitome of Americana. In truth, it's not. Sure rock-n-roll is cool and American, but the Hall of Fame is a recent addition to the Cleveland landscape, with a Louvre-type pyramid building </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106731472410849120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106731472410849120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106731472410849120' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106616809964795779</id><published>2003-10-14T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T01:49:38.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orange Team: Chip Somodevilla (Team Leader/Detroit Free Press), Tracy Boulian, Scott Squire, Ryan Reed, Christopher Capoziello, Genevieve Russell, Karin Higgins, Stefanie Atkinson, Jim Korpi, Max Morse, Allen MurabayashiEddie Adams Workshop - Barnstorm XVIJeffersonville, NYOnce a year as the foliage turns to bright reds and golds, 100 students descend upon the farmhouse of Eddie Adams, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106616809964795779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106616809964795779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106616809964795779' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106567800021737090</id><published>2003-10-09T01:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T01:43:20.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ParthenonCentennial ParkNashville, TNJust down the road from Tower Records and Borders Bookstore, is the only full-size replica of the Parthenon in the world, located in the heart of Nashville. The Parthenon was originally built for the 1897 World's Fair, and included other monuments like the Pyramid of Cheops, but the Parthenon was the only full-scale structure. Originally constructed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106567800021737090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106567800021737090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106567800021737090' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106550594923417178</id><published>2003-10-07T01:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T02:07:59.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pat RothfuchsDoggywood at DollywoodPigeon Forge, TNBack in November of 2002, the Health Department in Pigeon Forge, TN stopped allowing dogs into Dollywood, the ultra-popular Dolly Parton amusement park. In response, Dollywood opened Doggywood right outside the ticket counter with twelve kennels and four "cottages" for people who just can't part with their pets. During peak times, Doggywood</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106550594923417178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106550594923417178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106550594923417178' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106541679799740772</id><published>2003-10-06T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T06:31:53.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Under Bay StreetSavannah, GAVery steep steps lead from Bay Street down to River Street on the Savannah waterfront. The multi-story buildings that line River Street obfuscate their backsides in a labyrinth-like maze complete with cobble stone roads (ballast from the old ships), and pitch black iron work.I took a tour of Savannah today courtesy of Gray Line, one of the many tour operators in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106541679799740772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106541679799740772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541679799740772' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106532229164542700</id><published>2003-10-04T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T06:33:13.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Destiny GloydOktoberfest on River StreetSavannah, GAEveryone told me Savannah was a nice town, and none of them lied. It's got the sprawl in the outlying areas like any town, but the downtown area is beautiful. The brief history of Savannah starts in 1733 when a military man by the name of James Oglethorpe and 113 Brits left the Thames and arrived 50-some odd days later in North Carolina. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106532229164542700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106532229164542700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106532229164542700' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106524897080665114</id><published>2003-10-04T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T02:10:09.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>State CapitolColumbia, SCYou'll have to bear with me on this one...What is more tasty than good BBQ? And what food is more representative of the south than good BBQ? As I entered North Carolina, it was clear that I had entered BBQ territory. For the uninitiated, there are three primary types of BBQ that vary by region. 1) tomato-based: most like the kind of stuff you buy in the store (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106524897080665114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106524897080665114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106524897080665114' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106514883973688048</id><published>2003-10-02T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T02:13:29.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daniel WestreichDoctoral Candidate in Epidemiology of infectious DiseaseChapel Hill, NCI woke up somewhat inspired to find those tobacco farms, and had read that Danville had a tobacco warehouse district that allegedly held auctions from August through November. I had seen old photos of men walking around stacks of beautifully bound tobacco leaves, and was excited to insert myself into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106514883973688048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106514883973688048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106514883973688048' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106496578856664431</id><published>2003-09-30T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T20:05:21.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loveville Post OfficeLoveville, MDAfter a few days of R&amp;R in New York, I hit the road again in search of the "Crazy Corn Maze" in Mechanicsville, MD. I had this impression in my mind that it would be like some sculpted shrub covering acres of land right out of Versailles. But it turned out to be more like a "Crazy Dead Corn Maze" with dried out stalks that didn't merit stopping. No matter, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106496578856664431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106496578856664431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106496578856664431' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106454667547743878</id><published>2003-09-25T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T00:23:11.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anne Akiko MeyersAlice Tully Hall, Lincoln CenterNew York, NYI shot the picture above at a rehearsal for Anne's only New York recital of the year a few months ago. Tonight I went to the concert. Anne was a child prodigy on the violin having played concerts all over the world, television appearances on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, Juilliard educated, and multiple recordings to her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106454667547743878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106454667547743878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106454667547743878' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106450765477956668</id><published>2003-09-24T00:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T18:36:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marty &amp; ElayneThe Dresden RestaurantLos Angeles, CAA non-descript facade marks this Hollywood institution on Vermont Ave where for the past 18 years, Marty and Elayne Roberts have performed from Monday through Saturday with their ever-hip brand of lounge jazz. The two weathered the storm of the 80s and 90s pop music, and have emerged as icons in tinseltown where locals and celebrities alike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106450765477956668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106450765477956668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106450765477956668' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106422141883740683</id><published>2003-09-22T05:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T05:06:53.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Martin Sheen &amp; Janel MoloneyWest Wing Emmy PartyLos Angeles, CAMy buddy Josh invited me out to LA for the West Wing Emmy party as he is one of the new writers this year. It's tough to resist such an invitation, so I hopped my first JetBlue flight to Los Angeles to spend the weekend. I also picked up a little Canon digital camera figuring that security wouldn't like it if i lugged in the big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106422141883740683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106422141883740683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106422141883740683' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106393697576567180</id><published>2003-09-18T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T22:15:30.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darren BoundsThe Path to the BeachBlock Island, RII decided to haul along a Hasselblad medium format camera on the trip along with my digital gear. I never really used one before, and it took me 5 rolls to figure out how to load the film correctly. But since the negative is a square, it causes you to visualize differently. Here's a pic that I recently got developed from Rhode Island in lieu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106393697576567180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106393697576567180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106393697576567180' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106375386327809139</id><published>2003-09-16T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T00:37:43.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Girl Who Got AwayAmandaNew York, NYOne of the most agonizing decisions I've ever made was to leave my girlfriend in order to pursue this trip. The trip was supposed to represent the ultimate form of freedom and independence. I wake up each morning, look at the atlas, and decide where to go on that given day. The trip was supposed to represent the discovery of me as a photographer. And I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106375386327809139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106375386327809139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106375386327809139' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106330373001289020</id><published>2003-09-11T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T14:08:50.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crash SiteFlight 93Shanksville, PAA pockmarked road over gently rolling hills leads to the non-descript field where 40 people lost their lives two years ago today. The air was chilly and the photographers outnumbered mourners when I arrived, but as 10:06am approached, cars lined the roadside, and people came to pay their respects.A ceremonial flag was unfurled, and all were invited to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106330373001289020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106330373001289020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106330373001289020' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106316453502106217</id><published>2003-09-09T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T00:42:54.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Donald CookCoal MinerBeckley, WVThe last time I visited a coal mine was in 1994 in Yuubari, Japan. Yes, the same Yuubari as the reknown melons (you've heard of them, right?). What would compel anyone to visit two coal mines in their lifetime defies logic, but there I was searching for that bridge again when I saw signs for the Beckly Exhibition Coal Mines, so I pulled off the highway and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106316453502106217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106316453502106217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106316453502106217' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106305926610854839</id><published>2003-09-08T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T18:22:53.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frank CicarelliKorean War VeteranFairmont, WVA random stop for gas led me to the Pizza Hut in Fairmont, WV where I saw a sign for "Mary Lou Retton Dr." Curious, I asked my waitress if the Mary Lou was from Fairmont, and indeed she was. Upon paying, the manager directed me towards her house...you know, go till you come to the fork in the road, etc, etc. Of course, I got lost, and found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106305926610854839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106305926610854839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106305926610854839' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106305541025881125</id><published>2003-09-08T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T17:18:30.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kathy and MikeDinosaur BBQSyracuse, NYBars are fun when you're in the right mood.After notifying Sara via IM that I was sitting on the corner of Comstock and University, she convinced Jeffrey and John to make a detour to their old alma mater on the way back from looking at ski houses in Stratton. As they approached the city, John called and told me to get directions to Dinosaur BBQ.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106305541025881125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106305541025881125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106305541025881125' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106281728315267425</id><published>2003-09-05T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T23:03:53.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Syracuse v SienaBig Orange TournamentSyracuse, NYThe cool thing about hitting a campus known for its athletics is that there is usually a game going on somewhere on any given day. I rolled into Syracuse because I have so many friends that graduated from there, but was a bit bewildered by the campus layout. Unlike Brown, it was a bit spread out, with no discernible "Quad" or "Green." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106281728315267425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106281728315267425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106281728315267425' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106277570228113387</id><published>2003-09-05T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T11:28:48.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AnaMs. Buffalo Thong 2003Buffalo, NYThe ubiquity of conservative, puritanical views in regards to sex has given rise to some strange phenomena in the US. The annual ritual of Spring Break, complete with wet t-shirt contests and contemporary Girls Gone Wild film crews seems to be confined to our little spot on the planet. The proliferation of the thong into mainstream America by Victoria's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106277570228113387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106277570228113387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106277570228113387' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106264897819251400</id><published>2003-09-04T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T23:01:21.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beluga Whale TankMystic AquariumMystic, ConnecticutThe pizzeria that inspired the movie, Mystic Pizza, is at the end of the main street in downtown Mystic. I had heard rumors that Mystic Pizza was the best tasting pizza in the land, and that they had the cutest waitresses in town because the joint is apparently "the" place to work. As my luck would have it, neither proved to be true. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106264897819251400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106264897819251400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106264897819251400' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106180413307212367</id><published>2003-08-25T05:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T05:46:27.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Boys of SummerLittle League World SeriesWilliamsport, PAEvery year since 1947, dozens of boys between the ages of 9 and 12 descend upon Williamsport, PA for the Little League World Series. Although national television coverage by ABC and ESPN has led to commercialization of the event, the kids who play Little League still remain true to the cornerstones of Character, Courage, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106180413307212367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106180413307212367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106180413307212367' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106148900434942586</id><published>2003-08-21T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T23:58:26.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Breeding BarnShelburne FarmsShelburne, VTJeff Beer is the only person I know in Burlington, well, in all of Vermont. He is the brother of an old colleague and his company, Select Design, used to make t-shirts for my old company. Select Design ended up becoming a pretty big company, providing shirt, hats and other items to companies like Pepsi and Timberland. Being the courteous person </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106148900434942586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106148900434942586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106148900434942586' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106135457092581043</id><published>2003-08-20T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T00:42:50.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SunsetLake ChamplainBurlington, VTApparently I wasn't listening when Jeffrey told me that Burlington was located on a lake surrounded by mountains. The drive up 89-North was spectacular as the sun dipped into a cloudless sky. The orange light at sunset, a favorite of photographers, combined with the warm summer air has made me nostalgic as I drive around. The old Volkswagon ad invoked "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106135457092581043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106135457092581043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106135457092581043' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106124917789328495</id><published>2003-08-18T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T23:48:35.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old Friends"Jack Gray's House"Block Island, RIWhen I started my journey across the US, I had a notion that I would have to stay focused and solitary. But taking a trip across the US isn't about confinement, even if I'm striving to push myself photographically. A last minute decision to join old friends on Block Island proved to be enjoyable as well as prescient. While we were relaxing at a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106124917789328495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106124917789328495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106124917789328495' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106073564986318746</id><published>2003-08-12T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T21:07:26.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Student VolunteersJohn Kerry Regional HeadquartersConcord, NHAlthough the primary elections are still half a year away, South Main Street in Concord, NH is already dotted with small regional offices of various presidential candidates. A far cry from the Arnold Schwarzeneggers of the world, John Kerry is a decorated Vietnam War Veteran turned US Senator, who has articulated his positions on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106073564986318746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106073564986318746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106073564986318746' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106046256108640824</id><published>2003-08-09T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T17:17:01.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Justin ColpittsFounder, Calais Skatepark CommitteeCalais, MEIn 2000, as a sophomore in high school, Justin Colpitts decided that the small bordertown of Calais needed a place where he and others could ride BMX bikes and skateboards. With the guidance and support of his tech-ed teacher, Randy McCormick, the two created a plan to develop a skatepark adjacent to the municipal athletic complex.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106046256108640824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106046256108640824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106046256108640824' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106038855206612536</id><published>2003-08-08T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T21:02:51.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brother Don &amp; Brother KennethFriar’s BakehouseBangor, MaineIt’s only 6am, but Brother Don has already been awake for four hours. The smell emanating from the smallish café in downtown Bangor is, well, heavenly. My first bite into a freshly baked blueberry muffin confirms why the Friar’s Bakehouse has left its mark in the small northeastern town. An hour later, Brother Kenneth rolls in to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106038855206612536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106038855206612536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106038855206612536' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638005.post-106031321454131232</id><published>2003-08-07T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T21:09:34.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dennis Tracy, 10th Degree Black BeltFounder, Tracy Institute of Self DefenseEllsworth, METucked away on a one-lane highway to Bar Harbor, ME, is a small dojo built into the ground floor of a house. A large gravel driveway is empty by day, but at 6pm on Tuesday through Thursday, it is filled with the cars of students. Dennis Tracy founded his school in 1971 following an introduction to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106031321454131232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5638005/posts/default/106031321454131232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allenamericais.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106031321454131232' title=''/><author><name>Fight Busters!</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
