Jeremiah, a state employee for the Commonwealth of Kentucky, took his civil service to a higher level by securing Low & Slow crew members accesses to the Ohio River Bridge Project’s construction site after we were denied by a subcontractor on the project. His actions […]
Save Our Superstructure: willful neglect has condemned a vital link to our past – a path to our future. Everyday the barely standing Old Northern Avenue Bridge begs Bostonians to value its history. Today that challenge is unmet.
Concerns of a catastrophic failure forced the Department […]
The Interstate System is a proper noun branding a 47,000 mile system of 62 superhighways interconnected by 55,000 bridges and 104 tunnels. Crisscrossing into every corner of America the network is marked by numbered red, white and blue shields labeling a mega internet of the most trafficked desire lines – trade routes […]
Per is the Hudson Whisperer.
I was trucking though the mountains of Western Pennsylvania towards Massachusetts in a hastily rented U-haul rig. It was a crisp October morning in 2003. Yellow, orange and red leaves splashed the deep blue morning sky. I was high spirited […]
The National Public Radio interview I was doing was interrupted by an explosion – then a violent shaking of the old car. I wrestled the cracked 1950s steering wheel. The 60-year old lead sled was shaking madly, weaving between the superhighway’s painted lines. […]
January 10, 2014: Maricopa, Arizona:
Al & Kimberly Saffrahn opened their gate, shop doors and home’s front door to Per and me. At their kitchen table Al shows off a personal treasure – a 1949 Hudson Commodore 8 steel cast model – Mrs. Martin in […]
January 6, 2014: Big Sur – Pacfic Coast Highway: Mrs. Martin is facing South as we roll onto Los Angeles where the Hudson Whisper is due to fly in from Boston to meet us.
Information is powerful. How we use it defines us.
http://www.ted.com/talks/larry_page_where_s_google_going_next
“Go low and slow,” said Mark Lewis as casually as is Californian. The night before I had parked the Hudson outside my cabin’s door while staying the night at Deejen’s Big Sur Inn on the Pacific Coast Highway. As I approached Mark he was smiling and gazing at Mrs. Martin. We struck an early morning conversation […]