I re-named it. My bike. It’s called the “Montrealer” now.  Amtrak once operated a train called the “Montrealer.” It ran from Washington, DC to Montreal, and during each trip it rolled through the little town of Berlin, CT, a place where I spent many formative… Read More »Big Announcement!

Cartoons in The New Yorker are among the best in the business, and I find them unceasingly funny.  I recall one published a few years ago that has taken on new meaning as we say goodbye to 2020.  A father and son are watching the sun rise… Read More »An App That Freezes Eyelashes?

Biannual. Defined as occurring twice a year.  The June and December solstices.  The beginning and end of daylight savings time.  Trips to the dentist. Replacing the batteries in our smoke detectors. Thanking our veterans for their service.  Wait, what? Veteran. Defined as a person who has served… Read More »Because Of The Brave

Jimmy Buffett once sang “We all got ’em, we all want ’em. What do we do with ’em?” Although he was talking about relationships, the same could be said about goals.  Many people have goals, and many people want goals. The problem with goals, particularly… Read More »It’s Never Too Late

George Sheehan was a cardiologist, a prolific runner and an accomplished author. He once said that “not to yield says it all. The enduring, the surviving, does not stop with age. We may even grow more skillful at it as the years pass. So do… Read More »Perpetual Motion

A century. One hundred years. A long time to live.  A century. One hundred miles. A long way to ride. I have cycled the distance, but not yet the years. My wife’s uncle reached the century mark a few weeks ago and passed away four… Read More »He’s Seen Me Naked!

When Dorothy and Toto started down the Yellow Brick Road to the Land of Oz, they came to a fork and wondered which way to go. It was then they met the Scarecrow, who first pointed left, then pointed right, and then pointed both ways. … Read More »If I Only Had A Brain

“You’ll never amount to anything – you’re all a bunch of dead end kids.” Or so said the mother of a friend many years ago when, during our weekly Friday night high school poker game, we apparently aggravated her. And so began the legacy of… Read More »A Thule And A Hearse

A hot summer night. A darkened car wash.  Two members of a local gang, engaged in a drug buy.  Two members of the local police force, working in plainclothes as part of an initiative to combat street level crime.  Not a good mix.  When the… Read More »He Had My Six