I enjoy traveling down gravel, asphalt and other pavements that transport the soul to by-gone eras where Studebakers went in for full service at Sinclair stations and hungry motorists stopped by the Little Juarez Café on Route 66 in the Texas-New Mexico town of Glenrio on their way to Disneyland.
During the height of automobile travel, the interstate took over, causing businesses and communities to become pieces of roadside history. The way to keep the memories of the people and communities alive is to research, travel and document.
I will be graduating from the Mayborn School of Journalism at the University of North Texas with a Master’s of Arts degree this May. With this degree I hope to continue to do what people like Charles Kuralt, Jim Hinckley, William Least Heat-Moon and Michael Wallis have done, preserve the integrity of the two-lane highway.
Why do I love the open highway?
The dream began as a young man in Brooklyn, New York where I served as a Captain Navigator on road trips, a superhero of sorts who helped people find their destinations without them getting lost.
Over the years, the keen sense of direction manifested into a passion for seeking the next mile. After relocating to Houston, Texas in 2006, I began to hit the open road with a fervor. From Fort Worth to Vicksburg, Mississippi I slowly began opening up to the vast highways of this country where I began documenting my travels.
In July 2012, I decided to pursue becoming a highway writer by applying for graduate school at UNT in Denton, Texas. Over the past three years, I learned that in addition to blogging or documenting places with the camera that there are stories waiting to be told.
From a West Texas rancher to an auto mechanic owner I encountered diverse groups of people who help populate the towns and cities.
My goal is to document the people and places that inhabit the two-lane highway.