Taking it in with my own eyes was exactly as I thought it would be… Being in the midst of something greater than you is comforting. Because in that point of time, you know that taking yourself too seriously really isn’t a viable option.
I have a confession to make… Admittedly, I am feeling guilty (not really) for listening to those beating the drums for the world coming to an end on December 21st, it is the contention of many people that any action that we take is all for naught, so we shouldn’t bother to expend any additionalContinue reading “A bright side to the World ending on December 21st”
The recent school shooting in Connecticut, draws attention to one of the noblest, selfless, yet underappreciated professions in our society; teachers. One would be remiss not to recall how a teacher has motivated them to push the envelope to reach plateaus that might not have been reached otherwise. Any attempt to make sense out ofContinue reading “The heroism of Teaching and how a teacher saved me”
Riding my mountain bike has served as my muse ever since I could remember, but as with anything life can get in the way and obscure that which is right in front of us. For me it took a brush with my own mortality to rediscover what I had lost. As I was riding thisContinue reading “Heroes and humanity”
I’ve put in about 7.2 miles according to my speedometer. Riding along a beautiful stretch of Herring Run started me to thinking about what a contradiction that this slice of nature is and how it serves as a metaphor for people and life in general. The thoughts racing through my head ultimately became too muchContinue reading “Pause from the pedal”
I am still in a daze of disbelief, the sheer innocence and ignorance of the event was numbing at best. A long day coming to a close with a few scant minutes of sunlight left, I was looking forward to just sitting in one place and listen to the melodic sounds of my knees pop.Continue reading “Littering: a hobby, sport or just plain stupid?”
I recently got back into riding my bike and admittedly it is serving as a time machine of sorts, causing me to recall the love I had for riding my bike as a child growing up in Chicago. I remember my best friend and I jumping on our bikes and riding from the North sideContinue reading “The Bike Ride”