"The Strange and New," just for the record, comes from a Robert Service poem called The Men That Don't Fit In. It's a poem dedicated to the gypsies, the wanderers, the nomads that find themselves circling our little blue dot. That poem and this website are meant for those who have their traveling paint set in hand, who globe-trot to become, and who yearn for experiences that are really just a series of interesting guesses. Or, you know, if you're looking for a laugh or an embarrassing personal travel story. Emphasis on the "strange."
Here's the poem that gives this website its namesake:
“There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far,
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.”
— Robert Service, The Men That Don't Fit In
So, here, hopefully you'll find something else. On occasion you'll find the text of one of our published works; if that is the case, it will be denoted clearly at the beginning with a link to the original source.
Thank you for stopping by!
Jacqueline & Shannon