humor
Between language barriers, culture wars, and strange people at the airport, your trip is bound to be rife with laughter.
Adventures in Concrete Biting
On one balmy Tuesday evening, I now understood why my childhood Danny O’ Day ventriloquist doll with the Edgar Bergen 33 LP to “Learn How to Be a Ventriloquist” would be of utmost importance. OR how sitting down with my dear friend Linda when we were kids with World Book Encyclopedia to teach ourselves sign language in order to outsmart and talk about our teachers right in front of them would come in handy. I would practice my ventriloquism skills on the neighborhood kids who admittedly were a great deal younger than me. I had them convinced Danny O’Day was my brother and he would “talk” to them and engage them with stories and jokes.
By Terri Hall5 years ago in Wander
Florida Is Terrible (Except When It's Not)
Florida is known exclusively in two modes: Sunshine Funtime Beach Disney Wonderland or Scary Drug Alligator Insanity Death Pit. I say, "Why can't it be both?" Today we'll take a look at Central Florida, which I will define as going as far south as Sarasota and as far north as Ocala or Daytona Beach, even though most of my time was spent at my home in Altamonte Springs or with my friends in Winter Park and Windermere and my school in Orlando (alright, that's enough cities for now).
By Sam Pinnelas5 years ago in Wander
The 3 Types of People Living Near the Beach
Beaches are all different — there are quiet, residential beaches, then there are boisterous boardwalks. But what about the locals? Coastal areas can vary wildly in geography and level of development. You’ll have pleasant, sleepy beaches in primarily residential beach towns, then you’ll have boisterous boardwalks with rides and funnel cake.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA5 years ago in Wander
14 HOURS IN CHICAGO, CHAPTER TWO
From the moment that the Greyhound bus pulled off from the Orlando Bus Terminal I started to think and feel this emotional war take place inside me. It felt like my conscious was playing tug of war with my emotions. I like to equate this feeling with an analogy that I like to call “Two Teams”. There were two teams on the opposite side of the “ Tug of War Knot” that was in the middle of the rope. The “Red Team” was on one side and The “Green Team” was on the other. The “Red team” represented emotions of anxiety, nervousness, wonder, uncertainty, regret, and sadness.
By Sakoli Norman 5 years ago in Wander
14 Hours In Chicago, Chapter One: From Iowa To Florida
In September of 2006 I had been in Decorah Iowa for about 10 months. I was living with my then girlfriend Lisa in Calmar, Iowa. Which is about 20 minutes south of Decorah, Iowa, which is the areas biggest town. My brothers Imir, Paul, and I had pretty much did everything in Iowa that a young 20 years old could do. We partied, we drank, and we lived life day to day. We were young men that were exposed to a whole new environment. I’d moved from New York to Iowa in December of 2005 from the Promesa Shelter in the Bronx, NY.
By Sakoli Norman 5 years ago in Wander
Only In Florida #3
8. Mr. M One of the first jobs I had here in Florida was a carpenter for a small remodeling company. It was your average family run business with only a handful of guys, most of whom were related to the owner. Other than myself, there was only one other worker that wasn’t family, and we’ll call him Mr. M.
By Anton Mathias Heft5 years ago in Wander
Only in Florida
Growing up in Chicago and it’s northern suburbs, we often heard crazy stories about Florida, the people that lived there and some of the crazy things they did. We even had a radio station that had a news segment every morning called “Meanwhile in Florida” that told actual news stories from the Sunshine State. There were stories like “A local man and his girlfriend were found dead after smoking meth with an alligator.” Or “Retired, Florida doctor was ran over by tracker while trying to hide his moonshine in a cotton field.” There was even a story about a Florida man, a screwdriver and his anus. Some of these stories would get so crazy that I began to doubt their validity. A couple of years ago, I decided to move my family down to Florida, despite all these crazy news stories I heard. My doubt obviously got the better of me. I will say this much, we found out first hand just how true they were.
By Anton Mathias Heft5 years ago in Wander
Kicked Out of Google
I am a lot of things. Some people would just say that I'm "a lot". I'm a middle aged pseudo hipster, a stand-up comedian and actor, gay, and definitely a bit of a technology junkie. So when Google introduced it's "Local Guides" program, I got on board right away. Essentially their version of Yelp, the program allowed you to write reviews and upload photos of local businesses and hot spots. What was also awesome is that they let you accumulate points for everything you contributed, and you could cash in those points for real rewards.
By James Bradford5 years ago in Wander
When anal meets traveller, what do you get?
When we make plans to travel ( fuck you, 2020!), I am as usual super excited about booking tickets, scouring through pretty, pretty Airbnbs and finally zeroing in on one. My partner and I take responsibility for each task, one person books the travel tickets and the other, the stay. Of course, we do consult each other on the time, if both of us like the stay, yada yada yada.
By Nisha Nandakumar5 years ago in Wander
2nd Prize is Four Nights
We went to the annual volunteer fire department fundraiser as we always do, and as we always do, we bought twenty dollars worth of $1.00 raffle tickets. The ticket collection boxes for the various prizes were laid out along a long table, and as was the case in previous years, we had no desire to win any of the items on display.
By Valerie Kittell5 years ago in Wander
