Snowbrush
Indian plums, John Denver, and a bike named Rhonda
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Yesterday, Peggy and I took my new bike to the woods. I was going to bike alongside her as she walked, but it didn’t work. I couldn’t go slo...
Two events
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I attended two predictable events today. First, a large peace rally. Unlike the small ones, it had speakers, booths, and hard feelings. On o...
Bikes versus cars
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The common morality in regard to the automobile is based upon obeying the law, and this makes it easy for people to dismiss their own drivin...
Don's car is broken into
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Don, one of my Masonic brothers, discovered after lodge tonight that his new Toyota station wagon had been broken into and a leather briefca...
Six hours in a parking lot
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I spent six hours today standing in a parking lot collecting signatures to force the county income tax onto the November ballot—the same inc...
A perfect fit bike, fun with my internist
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T’was a big day. I got my new bike out of the shop after leaving it overnight for its second fitting adjustment. I paid $100 extra for a “cu...
Another demonstration with Peg
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I had a good birthday. Shirley gave me daffodils and chocolates; Walt gave me comb honey from his hive; Peggy’s parents gave me their usual ...
Peaceniks in the snow
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I went to the federal building for a peace demonstration today. As I biked, a stiff wind blew wet snow into my face, stinging me with surpri...
Anti-tax, anti-war
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Local voters rejected a county income tax in November only to have county commissioners authorize it this week. Today, I attended a protest ...
Boots returns home
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As I sat in Peggy’s recliner last night in the wee hours (which were my worst hours when my father was dying), I remembered a runaway cat na...
Boots returns home
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As I sat in Peggy’s recliner last night in the wee hours (which were my worst hours when my father was dying), I remembered a runaway cat na...
Everyone knows that old people are senile.
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I caught a cold three weeks ago, and was hit by a second one just as I was getting over the first. Within minutes yesterday, it went from my...
ORCAS is gone, I bike across town
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Peggy drove across town today, and I later went to meet her on my bike. It was a two-hour trip—the way I did it. I biked streets that I hadn...
Cheap versus frugal
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A year ago to the hour, I was having knee surgery. Today, my application to an experimental drug study for people with severe arthritis was ...
I study Spanish to keep my brain young
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I’ve been studying Spanish for two hours a day for the last ten days. I heard that it’s important to exercise your brain as you age, so I fi...
My first peace rally
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I just came from a neighborhood candlelight peace vigil. We were two men, four women, two kids, and a dog—a peaceful dog, unlike my dogs, wh...
Phil is dying, optimist versus pessimist
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My friend, Phil Conners, has cancer. His bones are breaking; his body is no longer producing blood; he is struggling to breathe; and he has ...
The tux search continues
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I went to my Masonic lodge last night prepared for my first night in the junior deacon’s chair. As we were donning our aprons, the master to...
Two Years Before the Mast, thoughts on hardship
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I am reading Two Years Before the Mast, an account of life aboard a U.S. merchantman in the 1830s. The author was nineteen when he left Harv...
Questions of respect, of morality
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I watched Saddam’s hanging, both the authorized photos and the secret taping. Peggy speculated that he died bravely because he lacked normal...
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