Thursday, May 21, 2020

The wages of biking



Biking has a spiritual quality, and, down by the Grant Park Golf Course, a biblical quality. For years I've encountered these chalked passages, always in the same place, always freshly and carefully written. They appear one at a time, and when rain or use erases them, a new one is provided. They're always taken from the King James Version, with its powerful, crunchy, 17th-century syntax. They make me think, not just of the message, but of those who went before us -- Joshua, Paul, King David.  People who didn't have bikes or cars. David surely had a chariot, but nearly everybody else walked or sailed almost everywhere they went.







Monday, May 18, 2020

Quarantine and the law


We're zooming and zooming. Above, a family birthday celebration. If you study it, you might find "Happy 25th Maya!!!" spelled out, but it takes a little work. Ms. V and  I make up "HA," if you see what I mean. Post-It notes for an "H" on a grocery bag are kind of pricey, but nothing is too good.

Ms. V and I are getting along pretty well. Staying out of each other's way is part of it. She's working from home. The other day she said, "Tomorrow's my first evidentiary hearing from the bedroom -- not a sentence I ever thought I'd say."

And I'm pretty happy in my office/bike shop. Two days of rain have kept me in the house. I'm pining for a day I can ride.

Da commish at work


The chaos I prefer