Squeaky Chains and Haggard Bikes

And then there is the transportation gang, often heard before they’re seen with squeaky chains propelling haggard old bikes, for whom there is no choice…or perhaps the choice is to ride or hoof it, as the bicycle is their sole means of speedy A to B. Maybe they ride to work, maybe they’re unemployed. Maybe they’re homeless, lost their […]

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Groups and competition

I have so much I want to share with you that I’m really struggling with where to begin…maybe then, twenty thousand years ago or so. Picture yourself in a little valley, a grassy clearing in the middle surrounded by majestic trees of all sort and variety. A rambling brook with smooth and slippery rocks, running through your small village, began […]

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