Apr 13 2019
Stop,” he called out, “stop.” As I was biking down the road, an elderly-looking gentleman beckoned me from beside his truck by the side of the road. Not sure what he wanted, I stopped. I didn’t mind because I love talking to people on the way. It partially alleviates the loneliness of biking alone. After …
Oct 23 2018
I wrote this piece a while back, but refrained from posting it. Now I decided to put it up. Reliving the Kavanaugh Syndrome A few weeks ago, I found myself, like many people, irritated with the Kavanaugh debacle unfolding on Capitol Hill. The gut feeling was so irksome that I’ve had to sit myself down …
Sep 26 2018
When I get older losing my hairMany years from now…….Will you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I’m 64. “When I’m 64” — The Beatles I know I’m getting older, losing my hair. Hardly anyone needs me, and no one feeds me, and I’m way past 64. I hit 65 a few days …
Sep 06 2018
Last week, on the last day of August, I was going to join some friends for a bicycle ride around the Oceanside-San Diego area. But before meeting them, I decided to take a few minutes to visit a certain place in the town of Carlsbad. It was where Ruth and I spent our honeymoon back …
Sep 30 2015
September was an awful– and tearful– month. Last week, I put Saya, my pigeon of 2 years, to sleep. The vet gave her an injection and she was gone. Four weeks earlier, Stafani, my dog of 16 years, was also given an injection. Saya is buried in the backyard with a stone marker. Stafani’s ashes …