Lately the bicycle has become an escape or a mechanism to move from place to place. Not at breakneck speed in Lycra on downturned handlebars. Rather, upright, more sedate and with the object of getting there and enjoying the trip along the way. Some call it “bicycle tourism.” Others call it boring because it ain’t […]
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With apologies to John Steinbeck, I’m borrowing his title “Travels with Charlie” for a few installments of this blog. As I (and, hopefully, you, dear reader) have discovered, my travel companion has really opened my eyes. And lots of doors. And broken the ice with lots of strangers. You see, Sally, my Cairn Terrier, has
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As I start to collect and review my interests and skills, I’m finding that technology has wormed itself into just about everything. Over my life I’ve developed interests in photography, cycling and, most recently, writing. However, where I started was a vastly different playing field than exists today and I find myself playing a bit
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It wasn’t expected, really. I was there to select and buy small boxes of chocolate for my friends. Little did I know I’d soon be steeped in a lesson in Tucson history and hospitality. And get a lesson in local food and hang outs. The purple haired young woman behind the counter was engaging and
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I’d only been relocated to Tucson and Southern Arizona for a month or so when the opportunity arose: a bike rally. I’ll admit that I am trying to find my cycling way since moving to Tucson. Yes, I’m just blocks from The Loop but really am trying to recover from several falls, the loss of
You read that right: a detox from being a Texan for 20-plus years. And that’s not a negative. Transitioning from anything is hard and a detox of sorts. I would compare it to any of these: Loss of a parent or pet. Breakup from a serious relationship. Job or career change or retirement. Aging. And
It wasn’t all that hard to assemble. It was a kit, after all. Besides, I had an almost identical one in my yard. However she had asked for help. She had been moved into the small house by her church friends and was still sorting out her now-single life. At any rate, it was a
This little soul is my joy. My protector. My family. My friend. She’s there when others aren’t. And at my feet when I am with friends. Always listening with an occasional remark. She’s kept me on track, upright and moving under my own power. With an occasional nudge. She might’ve been a “deal breaker” to
It was our place. For most of 15 years. The little bungalow at Angora and Old Gate was a special place. Home. Where Harry barked and played. And breathed his last. Where Lilly sang and cuddled on the couch. Where Sally surveyed her realm through the street-facing windows. It might have been a cacophony of
Not long ago this list was put in front of me as part of a breakup speech. It was her way of giving me up and setting herself free of me. Finding myself Staying put or leaving Remarrying As I’ve written elsewhere I think she is oh-for-three on this list. I’m just getting started. Let’s
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