The Bike Ride

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 side …

A tonic to what ills society: Dad as Superhero?

America needs a superhero and the criteria shouldn't be that the person be able to fly, shoot beams of pulsating light from their eye sockets or even wielding superhuman strength for that matter. That would be setting the bar too low I fear... How about men, who have children becoming the ultimate superhero.... Dad. Nowadays …

Time is not your friend…. But

Time is strange in the respect that you can never tell if it is friend or foe from one day to the next. If you really think about it, if one was to regard “time” as a person you could relegate it to the status of a fair-weather friend, in that you can never place …