People like to celebrate Halloween in different ways; some provide eye-candy, others real candy, but Kurt likes to provide an alternative to candy. He likes to make up special handouts, different ones for boys or girls, and he includes a lot of stuff, such as small toys, comics, sports cards, etc, but no candy. The next day he goes around town, to hospitals or anywhere he can pass the leftover bags on to kids and he makes sure he makes enough to have leftovers. The second day is as much a tradition as the main day and he gets very worked up over the event, second only to Christmas.

An aside: Riding a bike? Isn’t that redundant? With us? Reminds me of a story, i.e. joke, I read. An American visited England and when asked by her host what she would like to do she replied “I have really been looking forward to going horseback riding”. In a proper English accent her host replied “In England we just say ‘riding’, the horse is understood”.

They are very attractive shoes and when they wear out we will probably not be able to find new ones. In the midst of an inspiration I snuck (in the South it is snuck) off to WallMonkey, you know where I mean, and bought another pair to put in the closet for a later surprise. However, she saw me come in and had to know what I had and I had to show her for I had no choice. I earned a most sweet smile which left me wanting more but not for long.

Jeanne is a “got to know” kind of gal. She even has to know where I eat lunch and what I order. There are some places I can not eat without her, even when she is out of town. She will always ask when she returns and, of course, I can not lie to her, even by omission.

October 27, 2007

It was my birthday ride, although not actually on my Oct 4th birthday (We often celebrate on a near day). Also, it was not the traditional “ride your age”, i.e. 65 years = 65 miles; the extra was some to grow on, I guess.

Anyway, look at me. Go ahead, click. Please. Do I look like I could not ride 82 miles. When I tell people I rode that far they get an instantaneous facial expression that says “unbelievable”. Pronounce that “Un–Believe–Able“. They recover quickly, but … damage done. Then when I tell them I have only been bent (i.e. recumbent) since summer, well, I could blow them over.

I know a secret. What I could never do on a regular bike I can do on a recumbent. And you can too. You don’t even have to be 65 years old and feisty. Check out recumbents on ebay