America is so big that only a few hours out of your own city you can feel like a tourist in a different country altogether.

What’s great is that your phone and bank card still work. I was in Albuquerque for a work thing and couldn’t believe how different everything was from where I live in Maine — the food, the sky, the cars, the women.

Especially the women.

Last winter, work had me staying in a cheap motel near the airport. I think the new office manager back in Bangor thought the Spanish-sounding name seemed exotic and neglected to look at the one-star, multi-cockroach rating in favor of the cheap overnight rate. But the bonus was that I was right across the street from a strip club.

I like going to strip clubs in different cities because the girls talk differently, smell... Read More