Thursday, the 21st of August, dawned brilliantly as the sun bounced off the wet streets of Boston. With everything packed for the ride, Cheryl and I made our way into the blinding light on Kneeland Street, then north to the Seaport area. The World Trade Center pier was our destination, but we made a turn too early and ended up on the wrong side of the pier. Continue reading
“I ride wet and I ride cold,” goes my mantra, “I don’t ride wet and cold.” Though I try to be ready for either cold or rain, I have not had to do much of either in 2025. I hear the roar of a thunderstorm outside my cozy apartment in Virginia and look back at five weeks in New England: Connecticut, Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket. Continue reading
Welcome back! It’s been exactly one year since I signed off after returning from our tour of the major Islands of Italy and France. Much has happened, much of it unexpected. Continue reading
The Freewheeling Freelancer 