Pamela Gibson

You’ve heard this before, but I’m trying to get a handle on it, so here I go again.  Soul-searching is not something I do often. I’m more of a roll-with-whatever–life- brings-you person who adapts. Because old fears are still alive and well in my psyche, I’ve lately tried to voice them and analyze them—hoping  they’ll … Read more

Last time I checked in we were tied to a dock in Charleston, waiting for weather to clear, having finished a quarter of our trip. Today we’re tied to a dock in Brewerton, New York, a town on the Erie Canal west of Lake Oneida. It’s time to update the scoreboard. Our little boat has … Read more

It seems we’ve been stuck in places more often on this trip than the last, mostly because of uncooperative weather. Or maybe we’ve learned that being comfortable is better than making haste. Eight years ago we left the boat to fly home three times in six months. We booked ahead and had a schedule to … Read more

When I was a city manager…eons ago…I was known for my patience. My employees never heard me raise my voice or exhibit anger. I just swallowed it and at the end of the day I went home and had a glass of wine, or if the day was horrible, some Grappa (nasty stuff that heightens … Read more

I like a challenge. I wouldn’t be on this trip if I didn’t. But cooking a variety of interesting meals with two burners and a microwave defeats me. Checking my grocery lists, I tend to buy the same things over and over. I’m sure I do that at home, too. But at home I can … Read more