It’s out there, you just gotta look
I never got his name, but the New Zealander who had offered to fix one of my fellow traveler’s bicycles seemingly couldn’t resist commenting on American politics.
“You Americans are always bumbling around on the big stage, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and so we’re all just kind of looking at Trump and thinking this is just another phase,” he said, smiling, a twinkle in his blue eyes.
This must be the place: ‘It’s hard enough to gain any traction in the rain’
It’s Thursday. Early afternoon. In the original plan for this week, I would, in my mind’s eye, be cruising along right now somewhere in southcentral Upstate New York, probably just east of Binghamton on Interstate 88, onward to I-87 North to my parents’ farmhouse on the outskirts of Plattsburgh.
