First Bike
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...

The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they're seldom rideable.
But sometimes you get to see a little bit of that fabled tube, the shack, the blanket of water enveloping you and your board just before it closes over you and rolls you into the sand. Pull the Blanket Over was from one of those days when mother ocean wrapped me in her arms . . . just before slapping me against the sand. :-)
Generation after generation, we all relive the first bike we owned through our children, watching th...
We met Cleopatra (Cleo) on a visit to the vet for the other cat that owns us, Nefertiti (Neffi.) Nef...
There is nothing like this feeling. The wind in your face, the weight of your ride held high over yo...
I still have to work a job these days to keep a roof over my head, lights on, obtain food for the ba...