I'm Going to Miss All of You
This is my first post about why I'm riding and why donating to Water Life Hope will make Schrödinger's cat purr with delight. Our house this morning, accompanied by Ed Trip preparation is starting to subsume larger chunks of days. I'm wandering around Decatur doing errands and starting to have lots of lasts: last time I turn in a book at the library, last time I get my hair cut, last time I get a Sydney Salad Burrito. No, it's not on the menu at Raging Burrito any longer but they indulge the locals. Some of the wait staff know that's my order when I walk in. Decatur is a tiny, shiny place. Our friends and neighbors are in and out of our house every day. Walking home from the train , all of a mile, is often a 45-minute project because you see all kinds of people you know on the way home. Decatur hosts the offices of Giggling Otter Enterprises , a very Decatur name for a corporation. Our Halloween parade features the Wasted Poten...