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Uncomfortably Happy: 1050 Miles of Medicine for the Soul
I could stay home. I could spend my days off enjoying the comforts that a lifetime of hard work, both mine and my wife’s, has provided us. After all, at nearly 60 years old, I’ve earned the right to sit back and reflect on my achievements. But I can’t. Something is always missing. I miss…
Four Bikes and a Sunday You’d Better Not Turn Off (Literally)
A perfect day, four bikes, a cheeky Garmin, and one that just refused to start. A perfect Sunday morning.Cool breeze, bright sun, and that gentle wind that caresses you without messing up your helmet. I don’t want to ruin the day with Maggie (again), so I decide to get things rolling early: Gokhan is summoned…
A Vespa, a Memory, and a Summer Breeze
When summer slows down and the breeze smells like freedom and nostalgia A strangely cool and sunny day here in Virginia Beach. A rare break in a scorching summer. Maggie is completely absorbed in the Montreal tennis tournament, watching every rally as if it were a Wimbledon final. I, on the other hand, am bored.…
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