This afternoon was bright and sunny and warm and perfect for a ride around the local neighborhoods. Accordingly, I found the old green Schwinn, pulled it from the garage, and began cycling. I turned into Southern Pines and started picking up speed as I headed up the hill. When I reached the first turn, I was humming along and powered through the curve. Midway through the turn, the combination...
the Nor Cal
Ah Los Gatos. I ran in the hills. I took some pictures. I hung out at the Great Bear and had good soy lattes. It rained alot, but the clear nights I wandered around the town by myself. The air was sweet with spring. Yesterday morning I left at 7:30AM. Arrived at Clara’s house in San Francisco around 11:30AM. Mass transit is not the speediest. I didn’t make any mistakes this...
I flew out of Birmingham at 6:45. For the first time, stars crossed and I sat by a window as I flew over a Western U.S. that was not hidden by cloud cover or darkness. Let me just say the the Rockies are spectacular from the air. Not to mention the wicked red landscapes, made gaunt by canyons, in what I can only assume is Utah. Tickets into SFO were much cheaper than SJC, so reaching Los...
No Storms Come
I am exhausted. So tired that my body hurts. The wind was blowing so hard that it woke me. Lightning, thunder, rain, and high winds all around. I think the Tornado Watch should be expiring soon. Then back to bed. Oh how I love sleep.
Henceforth I shall refer to the city of my birth as Brummagem. Only Alabama, not England. OK, so not really, but maybe as a joke. I did think it interesting, nonetheless.