The Dick Bail Memorial Bike Route

Annual Boston to Provincetown bike rides, 1983-2025 50 years ago, New England was experiencing a heat wave similar to the present. In July 1975, the temperatures in Boston were often over 100. As a college junior of limited means who decided to stay in the (non-air conditioned) dorms over the summer, I was desperate toContinue reading “The Dick Bail Memorial Bike Route”

It’s all about the drumlins

The Battle of Bunker Hill. Tuesday, June 17, 2025. It’s time I fessed up, I have a drumlin fetish. Having spent my wonder years in Boston, I became obsessed with these little glacial hills that dotted the landscape. You’ve heard of some of them: Beacon Hill, Bunker Hill, Winter Hill, Mission Hill, and most ofContinue reading “It’s all about the drumlins”

Listen my children, and you shall hear

Boston to Concord, Massachusetts. April 18–19, 2025, revised June 14, 2025. My terrific high school history teacher, Brooke Miner, took pleasure in deconstructing American heroes. George Washington never chopped down that cherry tree, Andrew Jackson was a ruthless Indian killer, Abe Lincoln suspended habeas corpus, Teddy Roosevelt didn’t ride up San Juan Hill, Woodrow WilsonContinue reading “Listen my children, and you shall hear”

Grover and the Guy

One of them blue states. Wednesday, November 6, 2024 Flashback: February 28, 1984. I’d been married for just a month. BFF Brian and I were scoping out offbeat New Hampshire roadside attractions, and stumbled upon the Tilton Arch, the grandiose mausoleum of a delusional developer who thought he could found a great city in theContinue reading “Grover and the Guy”

Floyd Joy, and 2 Karens for the price of 1

Highlands Ranch, Colorado. Friday – Sunday, July 19–21, 2024 One of the more obscure Supremes songs, but one that sticks in my mind, is 1971’s Floy Joy. One of my favorite groups is Pink Floyd. It all fits, since my longtime buddy and med school classmate Floyd Russak is quite musical. He plays the guitar,Continue reading “Floyd Joy, and 2 Karens for the price of 1”

I thought I was home free

Georgetown to Golden,Colorado, Sunday, July 14, 2024 The day started out so nicely. A 12 mile swoop downhill to meet Lynne Seaborg, Eric‘s older sister, for brunch in yet another outdoor café, this time in Idaho Springs. Lynne is a retired pediatric clinical psychologist who trained at Harvard and Purdue, and practiced for many yearsContinue reading “I thought I was home free”