On Thursday, the 24th of October, I rode to the Amtrak Station in Charlottesville and boarded the Crescent to Washington Union Station. Destination: Bowie, Annapolis, New Castle, and Philadelphia. Continue reading
On Monday, the 23rd of September, we awoke at 05:00 and quickly broke camp. We had breakfast at Helen’s restaurant in Machias, where we had enjoyed dinner on the way north. We also cleaned up in their washroom. With three hours to wait for the daily bus, we took our time.
Monday morning, Jack rode out to NGIC. He had taken a taxi there after he returned with his things, depositing uniforms and toilet kit in the locker room of the gym. He might not always need a shower each morning, but he did not plan to commute in uniform. Rolling target, he thought. Continue reading
On their way back to Hancock Drive, Emily showed Cindy the Aquatic and Fitness Center and pointed out the dining halls and bus stops. The crowd of families and newcomers had thinned considerably by the time they walked up to the second floor. The Resident Assistants were taking a break in the little lounge at the end of the hall. Emily and Cindy introduced themselves. Continue reading
That same Monday after lunch, Emily rode out Avon Street to Community Bikes on the south side of Charlottesville. She took her Bianchi Volpe and wore her touring bicycle kit. Continue reading
Monday morning, summer came back. Jack rode the bike lanes up Rio Hill and the bike path on US-29 north of Charlottesville under a cloudless sky. He appreciated not having headwinds, but a breeze would have been welcome. His bicycle kit was soaked by the time he reached the Starbucks at Hollymead Town Center. He stopped there to change into street clothes, glad that he had brought a pack of hospital bathing cloths from Hilda’s stash. Continue reading
Friday morning, Hilda heard the coffeemaker gurgling and spitting in the kitchen. She opened her eyes and smiled. Jack’s hard body fit her back like a glove.
She could not think of a better way to start her day. Continue reading