So I went on Facebook to search for her. I wanted to see if she remembered me and if perhaps there was a chance of reconnecting, if only to say hello and briefly catch up. When I found her, I sent a message describing who I was and asking if she remembered me. She did.
I like to write in journals. A lot. And so in my daydreams about this tour, I'd envisioned myself journaling a bunch. But, well, for five days, I've written nothing.
All of the options listed below make for a fabulous late summer or early fall family vacation; each offers both outdoor and indoor activities and plenty of places to stay and eat. So where should you head if you're all beached out?
I see that 20 chairs have been set out. All but two are empty. I have ridden 80 miles, and climbed 700 feet, to read to two people. I inch closer, take a breath. I see that the people are a mother and daughter. They're sitting up front, holding my book. Something inside me cracks.
The day after the Fourth of July, while the rest of Wisconsin is nursing its holiday hangover, I wake at dawn and rack the panniers and slide onto the saddle of my bike-tank. It's a perfect morning for a ride.
DeSmogBlog is publishing the first documents ever obtained from the Wisconsin government revealing routes for oil-by-rail trains in the state carrying oil obtained via hydraulic fracturing ("fracking") in the Bakken Shale basin.
You'd think a guy who has taken many bike tours -- who has written a book about one of them -- might remember that riding a heavy bike, over distance, does not feel like a montage. You'd think I'd remember that. You'd be mistaken.
My problem is that when not at work, I'm not so diplomatic. How's the act of a loud, blunt, albeit happy, Asperger New York City personality going to play in Green Bay, Wisconsin?
The nation's first case to test the might of Section 2 against voter ID laws, the Wisconsin case has set a legal precedent for how voter ID laws in other states can be defeated. What happens next in the state has implications for the entire country.
I know a different Wisconsin. One covered in plush green or white -- depending on the season -- rolling hills kept perfectly groomed by thousands of dairy cattle.
I've found that I'm at at my most grateful while bike touring. I'll be celebrating the publication of Going Somewhere -- my debut book about a cross-country bicycle trip and a search for direction -- by riding my bike from reading to reading.
Cross-Posted from DeSmogBlogWhile the debate over the TransCanada Keystone XL tar sands pipeline has raged on for over half a deca...
Recently, there has been an upsurge in the news about how a harmless fictional character brainwashed two 12-year-olds into committing a brutal assau...
It's been a tumultuous few days for the freedom to marry in Wisconsin. Thanks to a tussle involving politicians, couples, clerks, and the courts, the state of marriage equality has been changing by the day.
The social elite here are buried alongside laborers, radical politicians, beer barons, female anarchists, gangsters, and victims of epidemic and fire, equalized by their common fates in their final resting place.