The Tricycle


The fog was pillowy and the air chilly when I dropped my son off at school.  His Adaptive P.E. teacher must have seen my car pull up to the red curb and was heading toward [...]

The Tricycle2022-12-31T17:40:40-08:00

Finding Aida


This would be a great neighborhood for bike riding, I speculated as the clonking windshield wipers ticked like a metronome on the glass.  The car, at a 12 mile per hour crawl, took us around [...]

Finding Aida2022-12-31T17:36:02-08:00
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