If you’re not a motorcycle rider, you’ve probably never heard of The Rock Store. Why would a former hot springs resort and bootlegger hideout attract crowds of Harley-Davidsons, Hondas, and sport bikes every weekend? Our HOG chapter spent a warm … Continue reading
The final night of a weekend Harley trip is smooth going down but leaves a bitter after taste. Our HOG chapter president offered to have dinner delivered for the whole group of thirty riders, and we gladly accepted. After riding … Continue reading
Ancient eyes watched me struggle to breathe through my snorkel. An immense shell blocked the sunlight filtering through the water and suddenly I was aware of the sea turtle floating close to me. I backed away from its penetrating … Continue reading
I became a writer one day in Ireland, standing on slime covered rocks squinting over at France. Actually I had written many stories during the course of my forty years, but that windy beach changed me. My daughter, Kristin, … Continue reading
Your friendship starts small. You dip your toe in and cringe. “Too cold!” Disappointed, she pulls away, giving you time to adjust. After a while, she creeps up again, this time with lacy froth. Your feet stay in. “It’s not … Continue reading
