Way too early on a Friday morning January 17th: a pre-travelogue

The squealing CPAP mask said times up so here I am in my bathrobe a little after 3, drinking tea and trying to coax some new flames out of the embers of last night’s fire.  Maybe I’m the kid on Christmas morning impatiently eager to get at the goodies the day is promising to bring. Continue reading “Way too early on a Friday morning January 17th: a pre-travelogue”

From Ike to Mike: advice for a trip to Ann Arbor

Two days before Christmas ’14, braking to avoid a Chilean weiner dog while rolling down a potted hill threw me into a ditch where the landing fractured and dislocated my shoulder while bruising my brachial plexus. I found ways to practice without a right arm and within 6 months I was managing to do mostContinue reading “From Ike to Mike: advice for a trip to Ann Arbor”