Ode to wearing out

These are my running shoes: They have gone many, many miles with me, through mud, grass, rocks, dirt, puddles, rain, even snow. They’ve run in Washington Park and Forest Park and Mt Tabor. They’ve run behind countless waterfalls in the Columbia River Gorge. All summer, I wake up often in …

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Bicycling tragedy

So this just happened and I haven’t really had time to do too much digesting of it or anything, but in the two hours that I was in a board meeting for the Hollywood Farmers Market–which happens in a church, mind you–my bike was pillaged. Someone cut all the cables, …

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