Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I’m swelled with ideas and longing and memory, but at a loss for words. What can I say? The American West is amazing.
We flew into Albuquerque, New Mexico and took the train to Santa Fe. We stayed at a hostel, met some really great people, ate some really great food, saw some really wonderful artwork (surprisingly), saw some fascinating adobe architecture, visited a parish housing the most kindhearted priest I’ve ever met, and finally we were stranded by Greyhound at ten o’clock at night which forced a budget expansion to include a motel and car rental.
We spent a week in El Paso, Texas for my brother-in-law’s wedding. We were treated all too well. We ate a lot. We drank a lot. I wore a tuxedo. I was privileged to watch my new sister-in-law so joyfully glow during their marriage ceremony which was on a golf course …
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
A couple days ago we were driving home on Frankfort Avenue. We were stopped by the red traffic light at the intersection of Frankfort and Ewing Avenues. There was a man on a bicycle also stopped at the light on the opposite side of the street, headed the opposite direction. I thought he looked familiar. I thought he looked like our mayor. His head and build were large like his would be, and this man was wearing a Louisville cycling jersey which seemed appropriate.
Just as the light turned green and we were trying to figure out if it was our mayor, another cyclist — of whom in his approach had apparently been calculating the timing of the light, possible throughway space, and his own speed of travel — whizzed by the man of prior description on his right side, which was what appeared to be about 3 feet of space followed by the curb. On his left, a few feet and a car. The racing cyclist did not announce himself. He made the calculation and took the risk — risking not his own well being only, but …
