Morgan

If you haven’t seen Mississippi’s Gulf Coast since CNN coverage of Katrina, you owe it to yourself to take a trip. Now, I’d suggest attending “Cruising the Coast,” which is one of the nation’s largest collector-car events. But if you can’t make it for that, at least meander down for some time in Biloxi. Mississippians […]

With Mrs. Murphy in the Brougham, things were perking along well. We’d eaten, drunk, and been merry in the Big Easy and I felt confident about the trip ahead. Who wouldn’t be happier with Mrs. Murphy by their side, I ask you? The sun shimmered on the highway and the palmettos seemed to wave goodbye

My friend and broker, David Malone, suggested I swing by a restaurant named Mandina’s for lunch. To be honest, I really wanted to eat at that great New Orleans cliche, Mother’s, but the line was (as usual) out the door. So Mrs. Murphy and I headed up Canal for lunch at Mandina’s. I was skeptical

Ahh, blissful sleep. Mrs. Murphy and I (finally) had a moment to sleep late and enjoy the sweet summer slumber of a New Orleans morning. With one last cup of cafe au lait, we headed out to practice a little New Orleans magic on the Brougham. Magic? Yes, indeed. If you’ve been following the blog

Astute readers may have noticed that Mrs. Murphy has not made an appearance in the blog since New York. And back there, she wisely only rode in the Brougham for about 30 miles. Having known me for 11 years, Mrs. Murphy understands my passion for old cars. Granted, she is a former New Yorker, which

After an hour’s sleep, I awoke to a dim Louisiana sky. The time: 5 o’clock a.m. Time to make the doughnuts. Slipping behind the wheel, I piloted the Cadillac over to the air pump that had been blocked the night before by an 18-wheeler. Boy, the Caddy sure felt low on the back right. Maybe

Wichita Falls hosted us last night. Now, Wichita Falls does not have a Ritz Carlton. There’s no Four Seasons (tragically). You can’t even find an Omni in town. So look at these images: Where did we stay? Who built this fabulous lobby? Check the fluffy bedding: This is a Holiday Inn Express. Wow. And believe

Our journey began the next morning at seven a.m. and took us through the verdant hills of Southern Colorado and long stretches of New Mexico. Long, straight, and flat: roads made for big Cadillacs. By mid afternoon we’d reached Amarillo. Tooling down Route 66 we came upon what must be the saddest site of all

I awoke this morning found my Cadillac amongst a sea of Buicks. I’ve always bee rather partial to Buicks. I got my drivers license in Buick Electra Estate Wagon (with genuine simulated walnut vinyl veneer). I very clearly remember the day when my father brought home his very first Buick company car, which was a

Lake Moses had been a pleasant place to stay for the evening and boasted many retro hotels/motel signs. As we continued east both Kim and I marveled at the stunning landscape. There are few towns but many blushed forests, arid buttes, and rolling potato fields. Soon we came upon the tiny mining community of Wallace,