I stopped at an intersection while riding my bike, and a guy at the corner said to me, "Excuse me...." and I thought he was going to ask for money. Then he said, "Can I tell you a joke?" That was the most satisfying joke of my life.
“If you ride your bike twice in one day, is that re-cycling?“
It’s this honest levity, coupled with your sheer observational joy (ravens hopping around in a pile of Cheetos in the gutter; a handwritten grocery list where item #6, just under cat food, was, “I love you!”), that makes each and every one of your articles feel like a revelation!
I love each one of your stories, and the fact that we share the same state (and perhaps even the same friends in your town) makes me happy as well. I notice that the caption for your Glacier Park photo is "The author at Sun Road." I suspect that your editor thought that "Going to the..." was extraneous.
I stopped at an intersection while riding my bike, and a guy at the corner said to me, "Excuse me...." and I thought he was going to ask for money. Then he said, "Can I tell you a joke?" That was the most satisfying joke of my life.
“If you ride your bike twice in one day, is that re-cycling?“
It’s this honest levity, coupled with your sheer observational joy (ravens hopping around in a pile of Cheetos in the gutter; a handwritten grocery list where item #6, just under cat food, was, “I love you!”), that makes each and every one of your articles feel like a revelation!
I love each one of your stories, and the fact that we share the same state (and perhaps even the same friends in your town) makes me happy as well. I notice that the caption for your Glacier Park photo is "The author at Sun Road." I suspect that your editor thought that "Going to the..." was extraneous.