riding for africycle around lake ontario in a wickedly hot humid summer . . . . years ago . . . riding into upper new york state . . . a long day . . .a hot, hard, draining, tears every which way day . . . we arrive in a dry campground . . . no fresh drinking water. . . . no showers . . . and still, we set up our tents and change into our "best" clothes for dinner with the local rotary club . . .
on the way in the beautiful, the awesome, the genuine dave barber cranks up the tunes as we let the salty sweat and exhaustion settle into us . . . .
i miss dave barber so bad . . . .
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the author
- steven
- i am an introspective, quiet, thoughtful, often lost, sometimes found, conglomeration of people, events, and expectations filled and unfulfilled who meanders around a relatively small portion of this earth bringing what goodness i can to the time i am given. some recognize, accept, and cherish the somewhat insular sometimes bewildered by it all person that i actually am. i am constantly and deeply aware of the machinations of my inner self with all its synchronicities and discombobulations colliding and colluding with my similarly disjunctive outer self. the whole is melded into the roiling cloud of wheels within wheels, pipes and wires, sparks flying every which way universe that i know as myself. i contribute words and images to two blogs, "the golden fish", and "cycles". "flow" and "gone to earth" are dormant blogs that can still be visited. each blog is a perception and expression of those bits and pieces.
Steven…are you still around? Haven’t blogged in ages, but have been re-reading my old stuff and the comments, and wondering how you are. Such sweet comments you left. Hoping you’re well, and sending hugs.
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