The biker whizzed past me on the trail. I caught up with him about a half mile up trail. He must have had a slow leak in a tire. He stopped at the "Bicycle Fix It Station" and was pumping up his front tire. When the tire was fully inflated, he used an Allen Wrench... Continue Reading →
Going home again: My hometown through adult eyes
When I was a kid, I hated that we lived outside of town away from most of the other kids in my school. The distance was a mere three miles, but it felt like 3,000. To my way of thinking, we may as well have lived in another country. I should probably explain, when I... Continue Reading →

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