![]() ![]() I’ve grown to see how right Steinbeck was. I came to the Midwest when I relocated to Chicago five years ago, and have now traveled extensively in the area. Steinbeck, who was living in New York at the time he was writing Travels With Charley, said, “New York is no more America than Paris is France or London is England.” As a native New Yorker, I once shared a common belief that New York, and the East Coast in general, were the center of all things. Not simply about dogs, but about the nooks and crannies of our big, weird, beautiful country. I recently reread this book, and realize how much Steinbeck’s discoveries align with my own. It should be no surprise that one of my most enduring favorite books is John Steinbeck’s Travels With Charley, the iconic author’s 1961 memoir that deftly fuses a lust for travel with the great mystery of the love between canines and humans. I’ve doted heavily on my own dogs, stopped to greet every dog I pass, and I’ve volunteered at animal shelters. I’ve explored and traveled anywhere I can, finding equal joy in a quick jaunt to a nearby town and a long plane ride to far-off place. ![]() ![]() For me, two that have greatly informed my life are my insatiable wanderlust and my boundless love for dogs. ![]() Our lives are dictated by a variety of proclivities that influence our decisions and choices and actions. ![]()
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