The gods are bowling. We can hear them up there like so many really big Lebowskis trying to convert a 7-10 split. And somebody up there must’ve spilled his beverage, because we’re getting our first precip’ in the better part of quite some time. Hallelujah. A trail ride these days leaves my bike coated with [...]
As a child of the military I haven’t had much opportunity to tap into that neighborhood feeling so many of you enjoyed while growing up. We moved regularly while the old man was active duty, and once he finally put down roots I stayed in the breeze, the proverbial bad seed. I’ve lived in something [...]
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