The lifescape of time moving too fast
We’re headed to St. Francisville for the Tour de Cure this weekend for me to ride a half century. That’s about all I can muster given that I haven’t been on my bike much in the recent weeks. We looked at our calendar a few months ago and said GADZOOKS we are busy and it’s true. Here, there and everywhere.
But at the end of the day or at the end of our life, which we hope is long, when we are sitting on the front porch in the rockers, I want to have a plethora of memories to pull from … otherwise the stories we tell will get old fast, and our ability to pull in passerbys to come sit a spell with us will be in short supply.
So