Separated at Birth?
Is there something about my new car . . . . . . or is it just me?
Island Hopping
Bachin’ it this weekend . . . Donna’s celebrating her birthday in Las Vegas, courtesy of Gregory, Beth, and the grandkids. I gave Donna a new road bike, but it was an early present. She started riding it two months ago and it’s already scuffed up. Now I feel as if I’m still on the […]
An Agitated Dog, and No Wonder
Earlier this evening, we joined several friends at a neighborhood park for a free concert. We’ve been to many such concerts; they have them every Saturday night in the spring and fall. We usually bring our dog, as do many other people, and the dogs are normally as well behaved as the people who bring […]
Peanuts from Hell
In April, almost a year after my father died, Donna and I flew back to Missouri to see my family. While there we decided to ship a few small items home, mostly military memorabilia my father had collected. We took the stuff to the nearest UPS store and left the packing and shipping to them — […]
What Goes Down Must Come Up
Another Saturday, another Trail Trash ride. This time our daughter Polly joined us, so we celebrated by doubling our normal mileage (from 9 to 18). Our new destination? The Rincon General Store, down the hill on Old Spanish Trail. As this entry’s title suggests, the return trip was mostly uphill, so we stopped at Saguaro […]
Blogging Dearth Rears Its Tortured Head
Blogging’s been sporadic. Well, no, there’s plenty of blogging (passive voice, get thee behind me) . . . I’ve been blogging sporadically. I went on a 20-mile bike ride this morning with Darrell, Linda, and Lane, who are Trail Trash buddies. Donna, Mary Anne, and Kris got roped into manning a welcome booth at our destination, […]
Family
We’re back from a visit with my family in Cape Girardeau, Missouri. While we were there, Donna took Lois and my sister Sue to a pedicure place in the mall. After their pedicures, they bought sandals. Here, immortalized, is the glorious result: Oh, and here’s the rest of them: Sue is one of my four sisters. […]
Car Show
First ride on the motorcycle in a long time. And it has been a long time: the battery was nearly dead. I rode down to the corner for breakfast, then south to Sonoita and what the hell, another 20 miles to Patagonia, where I stumbled upon a car show. I always like the oddball cars, the ones people […]