October has arrived and with it the last of the warm days. The days that remind me why I bought the bike in the first place. I should be riding. Instead I’m on the mountain cutting wood with dad. He likes to start early.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Don’t Pick Up the Phone
Living within twenty miles of your father means you can never sleep late again.
October has arrived and with it the last of the warm days. The days that remind me why I bought the bike in the first place. I should be riding. Instead I’m on the mountain cutting wood with dad. He likes to start early.
October has arrived and with it the last of the warm days. The days that remind me why I bought the bike in the first place. I should be riding. Instead I’m on the mountain cutting wood with dad. He likes to start early.
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2 comments:
I live a few blocks away from my dad and, as I'm sure you are too, I'm glad he's still around! Enjoy the time with him - it's a ride all by itself.
-Joe
It's great to be in the neighborhood. But I have a sneaking suspicion that he's eying up all of that free space I just cleared in the garage.
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