And Then…

I have to admit to a certain amount of morbid fascination with cheatin’ Mark Sanford. It takes a certain amount of chutzpah and significantly more downright stupidity for him to believe that he could jet out to Argentina, not let anyone know where he was going, visit his lover and somehow get away with it.…

Last week, a friend and I took off a couple of days of work to do a couple of days of motorcycle riding. We headed out late Wednesday and rode about 110 miles to a campground on the east side of Snoqualmie Pass (Salmon La Sac). After spending a very cold night there, we headed out…

With apologies to Cleese, Idle, Palin and the rest: Really, no, I’m not dead. I’m feeling much better. I haven’t been writing just ’cause I’m swamped. When I get a chance I’ll tell you more about my motorcycle, my running, my travel plans and my daughter…