On an Apple Peeled

How I hate to see an apple peeled!  One morning in the early spring, I was out for my usual weekend bike ride (and yes, I mean bicycle – how “bike” becomes or became motorcycle is another topic). After zigzagging through the side streets of the suburbs for some time, I came to the trails... Continue Reading →

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