Jeff Wagg

The Super Bowl is coming up, and while I'm not interested in sports, I know the basics: two teams vying for the supreme win of the year.

This morning, I went to Central Park.

An hour ago, Jen and I were at an art exhibit.

I live on the border of Lincoln Park and Lakeview on Chicago's North Side.

(You can listen to the podcast version of this post here.)

It's hard to believe something as unimportant as Facebook, a social media platform started by a horny-and-undesirable Harvard student, has caused so much strife in my life.

I grew up in Salem, Massachusetts and if you've heard of the place, you likely associate it with Halloween, Hocus Pocus, and of course, witches.

I've been saying that "All travel is time travel" for some time now.

I'm a terrible salesperson and worse marketeer.

When I saw them dousing tourists with squirt guns at an outdoor restaurant on Las Ramblas in Barcelona, I was incensed.

In November of 2016, I was asked to host a tour for a few dozen people transiting the Panama Canal.

How a banana led to the harsh truth These writings won't be exclusively about the sad state of cruising, but this story sheds some light on the last post.

Despite a new peak in popularity, cruising isn’t cruising anymore.

I've been around to a few places, and I've found that I often see things that others don't.