Learning to Ride
My mom used to tell a story to my friends to embarrass me, about that time, when I was 15 years old, in the summer of 1983, when I rode my bike in the middle of the night in the …
Month: May 2020
Back to the Beginning
My friend Clay encouraged me to re-read my very first post earlier this week. It was short (see below, that’s all there was to it) I think I had it on Typepad at that point. The old stuff is still …