The road was sharply crowned, narrow and steep, and suddenly the Gold Wing starting misfiring, the light panel on the dashboard flashed wildly and then the engine just quit. The motorcycle stopped in the middle of the lane, and I was stuck, really stuck. The bike weighs about 1,000 pounds, and at 70 years old, I could not push it around to get it headed downhill. Continue reading
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Enough Election—Let’s Go to Maine
I write tonight while most everyone else is likely watching election returns. After the votes are counted, let’s break away and go to Maine. Continue reading