Tuesday, September 5, 2017. When I was a young girl my uncle came by the house one day and brought a beautiful blue bicycle. I joyfully rode that bike until I outgrew it. A bicycle is a means of freedom for a kid. The wind in your face as you roll down the avenue. Zooming down a tall hill. Getting from point A to point B. Then I remembered that when my husband retired we purchased cruiser bicycles. Shiney black bikes with 7 speeds. Mine has pink rims and fat whitewalls with a.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013. He and Ann have been working hard on this home project, but it all takes time and time is one thing that they are running low on, so Mom and Dad went to help. I wrote this post Wednesday, May 22, the night before we left for Arizona, but I guess it just went into a draft instead of being published, so I thoug.