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September 4, 2010
Labor Day weekend. I have no plans written or spoken, but many thought about and all of them centered right here at home.

There was a time Creighton and I would bicycle off to Wilson Creek and camp at a DNR primitive site, marking the end of a summer filled with bicycle journeys. Long ago and far away!

The bikes hang upside down in the garage, still fine machines, but this older body no longer craves that kind of physical discipline. Ah, spending the days puttering inside and out, followed by grilled dinners with wine will suit me just fine.