It Started in Africa.

It Started in Africa.

The sun had long since set, the city was a dark and busy place, and we had successfully navigated customs.  The five of us banded close to the uniformed pilot sent to guide us through the maze of paperwork, inspections, and inquisitive agents. I don’t know what we expected, when we prepared for arrival, but…

Biking Boundary Bay
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Biking Boundary Bay

We were less than halfway into our bike ride.  Just past the bike-ride-glee and well before the bike-ride-pain. Along the path came jogging a 65ish-year-old man in his matching running suit (you know the kind — elastic at the ankles, wrists, and waist . . . a strip all the way down each side ….

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