Look Mom, No Hands!
The dust is settling. Broken links have been fixed. Outdated material chucked. A new design to freshen the space.
Some new things, too. New reviews. Some fun new bits of nonsense are on the way.
I’ve gotten back on the bike and am starting to ride again, so to speak. I’m not steering so we’ll see where things will go.
Consider this an exploration and an invitation. Join me. Occasionally stop by and see what’s new.
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Email me with your ideas.
October 1913 “Curtin Hines. Western Union messenger #36. Fourteen years old. Goes to school. Works from four to eight P.M. Been with WU for six months, one month delivering for a drug store.” Image: Library of Congress
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Are we down here? There’s nothing to see. Well, since you are here, “My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains.” John Keats wrote that.