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Fall ride along Hood Canal and through the old neighborhood

The weather is getting colder, and the days shorter. I decide to go for a motorcycle ride to clear my head before a week that promises to be full of challenges. My excuse to go is a benefit barbecue for … Continue reading

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A family lost and found means more than closure

The year is 1957. The place is Wichita, Kansas. To be a single mother in that time and place was to be outside the socially accepted norm. My wife-to-be was put up for adoption, and from that moment, her birth … Continue reading

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My daughters must think I’m in a gang

I ride a motorcycle. It’s marketed as a scooter, but the size of the engine would have been considered good sized back in the 1970s. I think of it as a step-through motorcycle. One group I participate in is PNWriders. … Continue reading

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