The new spring has come and the dogs rush out to greet me as I ride by their homes. They rush onto the highway to bark at me I worry a truck might strike them… the quick stops I make worry me more because sometimes I fall… but so far zero bites… or busted bones or bikes.
A soft voice will reach more ears than the loudest shout.
A shake of a hand will accomplish more than a punch in a face.
To listen with respect offers a chance to speak and be heard… while chants and closed minds never will.
Gaps can not close by screams… only the true “love of country” will.
I almost think folks are trying out for Saturday Night Live instead of running for President. I don’t care about the size of a person hands… but who has the balls to stand like an adult…
At 104 my fox has slowed with age but continues to trot out words with ease…
I was looking a replacement pedals for my cruiser bicycle (just incase) I reach my goal of 2,000 training miles…
When ever I read about people from the 60’s and 70’s I find my memory at odds with my memory…
It feels like spring… but its still winter… I want the real thing!
Nothing much to say or type… it was a nice day… the sun was out and it seemed warm… so I took a stroll and enjoyed the moments along the way!
People still say hi!  Courtesy is in plain view… Little things like greed and hate fill the air ways but if you just look life is still full of good!
The route for this years bicycle ride across Iowa has been revealed…Â I rode three miles today… and have a flat tire
