Two Wheels

Bicycle riding: that taste of freedom!

How well I remember getting my first bicycle! I must have been seven or eight – before we moved when I entered third grade. It was in the summer at 241 Zuber Road, in Rochester, New York. A blue frame, heavy-duty street bike. No speeds, only coaster brakes, but indestructible.

Me? Not so much. A crash which ripped open the big toe on my right foot proved that.

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$1M Vacation? Where would you go?

I saw this question posed the other day, I think somewhere on Facebook. I’ll shove the URL in here later. A million dollars. And no time limit on a vacation. What would I do?

  • First question: who would I take with me?
  • Second question: what would happen to my job?
  • Third question: should I spend it all?

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Philatelist is not a Dirty Word

No, there is no national registry for philatelists! Pretty soon they’re going to take the word out of the dictionary anyway. In recent visits to Stamp Shows, I’ve struggled to see anyone younger than, well let’s guess at 50.

Stamp collecting used to be a venerable hobby. FDR was famous for his collection. Winston Churchill, too. Stalin? Maybe not so much, although there was a lot of Soviet art on the U.S.S.R stamps of his era.

So, I’m not trying to find a Penny Black in a box of antique letter covers.

But you’ve got to admit: there are few things as relaxing as sorting through a bag of postage stamps, purchased for a song on eBay, looking for a hidden treasure. And then, licking the hinge, putting it on the stamp, then licking again, putting it in the album, crossing off that number on the list, and stretching back to admire what you’ve found. Ahhh.