What do you do when reality is too much to handle? Geddes woke up in a strange room. It was clearly a motel room. There were two beds, a TV, a bathroom done up in tile and fixtures from the…
Grippo: Blackout on the Open Road …by Paul Vlachos
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THE OPEN ROAD: Coffee…Words and Photos by Paul Vlachos
I’m writing this while drinking coffee. It’s in a big, old fashioned mug – brown glazed with a tiny chip on the handle – from the Hull Company. I found it second-hand in old Greenwich Village at a place that…
THE OPEN ROAD: Crossroads and Junctions …Words and Photos by Paul Vlachos
My favorite kind of road trip usually devolves into a series of decisions about what direction I’m going to take that day. I wake up and check the weather to see if there is anything I need to avoid. I…
THE OPEN ROAD: Highway Dreams and Desert Dogs … Words and Photos by Paul Vlachos
I’m socially distant in the best of times. Years ago, I realized that I actually need people and enjoy the company of other humans, but that doesn’t mean companionship comes naturally to me. When I go on road trips, I…
THE OPEN ROAD: Shots From the Lost World… Words and Photos by Paul Vlachos
“The world has gone mad today And good’s bad today, And black’s white today, And day’s night today, And that gent today You gave a cent today Once had several chateaux.” I sometimes think of happier times. What is “happy,”…
Introducing “ZEPHYR AMERICA: A Lens on the Past”!
Over the past three decades, The Canyon Country Zephyr has published some of the best writing, photography and history of the American West … And politics, from time to time. Now we’re taking a break from politics, as we all…
THE OPEN ROAD: Where Do I Want to Live, Part 2 …Words and Photos by Paul Vlachos
I’m going to bribe myself to finish this now, so that I can stop beating myself up for NOT finishing it. I don’t know if most people have to work that way, but sometimes that’s what it takes. If I…
THE OPEN ROAD: Where Do I Want to Live When I Grow Up?…Words and Photos by Paul Vlachos
Those who know me, along with those who read my pieces in the Zephyr, are familiar with my hatred of what my neighborhood has become. It is not the same place it was when I moved here as a young…
The Open Road: LAUNDRY, #2…Words and Photos by Paul Vlachos
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… When we last convened on this page, I was making insane promises…
The Open Road: LAUNDRY… Words and Photos by Paul Vlachos
Paul Vlachos is a New Yorker who understands The West. And he is a New Yorker who understands New York. Wherever Paul goes, he finds signs of life… I’m not some kind of neat freak, although people inclined to believe…