Welding for the stars.
It’s time for another Metal Guru welding class at Vicious cycles in New Paltz, NY! I should have done this blog post several weeks ago and done my part to get the word out but we have a pretty full … Continue reading →
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The big log.
Thanks for that bit of self indulgence Saturday. Like most people who come here, I ride a bike. But I also like to race. I started with BMX, and I used to race DH quite a bit. While I was … Continue reading →
One of those days.
It’s not that I can’t see all of us growing old, as it is clear we all do. No one want’s to go through anything that isn’t required, but death is on that list. My main companion at work for … Continue reading →
The cowboy (fiction)
I hated to take road trips when I was a kid but I liked the stops along the way, I liked to eat new foods and the chances to buy stuff. I wanted “girl watcher” glasses, as my mom called … Continue reading →
Ciderhaus dream (fiction)
Like any good story, this one starts at 5:45AM. I hear the cable, pipe or whatever it is, dragging against the wall just outside my window. Each gust of wind brings another bleat of vibration. The brown wood-grain clock-radio crackles … Continue reading →
Spider box
At some point in my life I decided I liked being subjected to the elements to some degree. I never cared for air conditioning and in fact would prefer to spend the hottest days around plants that had just been … Continue reading →
1900
It had been only ten years since John Boyd Dunlap had brought pneumatic tires to market and twenty since the proliferation of ball-bearing mechanisms. It was 1889. Rice Lewis Company in Toronto for example offered components including drawn tubes and … Continue reading →
The days after
The moment I opened the door I new that it had rained last night. As predicted by the forecaster, the precipitation would cease in the early AM hours. The narrative went on to describe a day of dark skies and … Continue reading →
The end of a cat’s whisker
I sit here with a big black cat on my lap as I type. She had a bit of dust stuck on the end of a whisker that was at least 6″ (150mm) from her face and although you couldn’t … Continue reading →
The tribe
I have never really felt like I was part of a group. I feel like I am a perpetual outsider most of the time. I dabble in a lot of things and enjoy the people that I share the time … Continue reading →