Sometimes… what you buy for parts becomes something you can not part with.
This 1927 Smith Premier 30 fools you into thinking it is scrap… then it starts to play…
Smith Premier 30 at 89…
1912 Monarch Visible… shows its way!
I like the look… I love its feel… at 104 it makes my day great!!
Spring comes… dogs run!
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.
Better to vote than to punch!
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.
The grown-up role…
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…
The fox types again…
At 104 my fox has slowed with age but continues to trot out words with ease…
1,960 miles to go…
I was looking a replacement pedals for my cruiser bicycle (just incase) I reach my goal of 2,000 training miles…
Just looking and thinking…
When ever I read about people from the 60’s and 70’s I find my memory at odds with my memory…
False spring thoughts…
It feels like spring… but its still winter… I want the real thing!
A walk on a nice day…
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!
