Thirty-Four Pounds Of Goodness
Honest, I just got back from a good ride and felt I had to tell you.
Back in 1994, I was walking down a dock at a marina in Stuart, Florida. With hands in pockets and nothing on my mind, I saw a small folding bicycle to which was taped a scrawly written sign reading: “For Sale — $39”.
Yes, said the well-tanned captain who emerged from the innards of a nearby sailboat, it belonged to his former wife. At different ports along the U.S. east coast and throughout the Caribbean, she’d used it to go buy groceries or other … Read the rest “Thirty-Four Pounds Of Goodness”
