Time, like a mischievous sprite, dances to its own rhythm. Back in the mid-90s, I painted the words “Time Waits for No One” onto BigD’s Sportster, a phrase, plucked from the pages of an “Easy Riders” magazine tucked away in memory’s attic, that has been my silent companion ever since. Even though I’m retired, IRead More
Life Is Better When You’re Floating
Almost all day outside and three hours in the pool. Our little mermaid joined me later on.
