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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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
(I was reminded of this encounter through Facebook Memories yesterday. This was originally a Facebook post in 2023) We made our usual trip to Well-Grounded this Friday morning. The staff greeted us with their usual “Hi, Sally!” After we got our order and made our way to our table, a pretty young woman in shorts
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She stood tall, all five-foot-whatever, in front of her soon-to-be masterpiece. Hands on her hips, arms akimbo, with a rainbow of paint colors spattered from the brim of her floppy hat all the way down her front to the toes of her New Balance hikers. The artist at work. Her canvas is the side of
He circled the party deck of the ship. He could have been up top looking at the ocean, but the young man chose to do a few rounds between the fresh fruit, drinks, desserts and other treats. His head was held high and he appeared to be gazing outward to something. His host was curious,
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Another “leftover” thing. Each reminds me of a person or situation. Most brings me a smile and a happy thought. Another story. Another connection. Obscure I know. We all have those moments. And memories. These are our dashboard companions. From the top and moving clockwise: Willie, came from a pet store on Orcas Island, a
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Another “leftover” thing. Each reminds me of a person or situation. Most bring a smile to me and a happy thought. Another story. Another connection. Every day we pass by the antique Singer sewing machine by the front door. She saw it in a store in Mazatlan years ago. Had to have it. We paid
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