Mikey

We get old. Friends die. And it’s not something to which I want to become accustomed, but it’s something that’s going to happen, and the older I get, the more… Read more »

Thomas

Thomas was a dandy man, all dressed in finest silk. And every time you clapped your hands, he’d take a drink of milk.   “Please stop!” he’d cry in agony…. Read more »

Another Milestone

Back in September, I wrote an article about my cycling goals over the years. It was the long way around of saying that I’d met the year’s goal of 5,000km… Read more »