Riding Like Tom

I finally got back on my bicycle yesterday for a twenty-mile ride. Ignoring the saddle sore, I got back on today for another twenty. Korea is not conducive to road bikes (or mountain bikes, or cars, or people, etc.), so I find that the best riding is around the flight line on base. There’s nothing like riding with F-16s and the U-2 taking off as you pass a dozen Patriot missiles aimed towards North Korea. I feel like Tom Cruise in Top Gun, only without the motorcycle or the leather.

Four weeks from today is when Kristie and I will be on a plane headed towards Seattle. We have to wait to hear about that job to see if Aslan will be joining us.

I’m listening to “Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah” right now. I’m teaching The Catcher in the Rye this week. There is no connection.

I’m trying to only put one space after periods, since that is now the correct way. It’s difficult, and I challenge you to try it.