Bicycle Collector

When I lived in Houston it was cars. Gleaming, constantly shuffled, constantly rotated cars. Now, I'm in Oxford. Therefore, it is bikes.

Spring in England

I was born, long, long, ago, in this place called Southern California.  There many, many, many, many, many, many, many people lived and worked and went to places called beaches and got things called sun tans (this novel concept of heating your own skin to a brownish color). As a child I was moved to... Continue Reading →

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