Took train to plane to NY. Took bus to train to Mineola. Took the opportunity to hang out with my dad and stepmom. Took my dad to do the last thing on his Bucket List. Took bus to bike to Boston (where the sun started setting at 3:30 during my bike ride to the hotel!)….
Tag: New York
Chinatowns are going down
American Chinatowns are going down, fading away one building at a time*. You know this, right? There was even a whole article about it in The Atlantic just recently. So, needless to say, I made a special point to visit Chinatown in both Boston and New York City when I was there recently. In fact,…
Who stays? Who goes? Who tells the story?
There is a line in the musical Hamilton that says, “Who lives? Who dies? Who tells the story?” In the past five weeks or so, I’ve been Traveling at the Speed of Bike in the cities of Atlanta, Los Angeles, Boston, and New York (where I even visited Alexander and Eliza Hamilton’s graves), and the…
Not the collection I want
Seems I’ve amassed quite the collection of ghost bike photos, from not just Atlanta but New York City, Pittsburgh, and Boston as well. This is not the kind of collection I want to continue. When will city leaders start listening to the people who know exactly where the danger spots are (that would be the…
Epilogue now available for free
I decided to make the epilogue available for free. The new cover of the book is live on Amazon in all global markets, and the quick-read book is instantly downloadable to any device via the free Kindle app for less than the cost of a movie. I hope something I experienced is helpful somewhere in…
Hello again, Mineola
Yesterday I gave myself one of the best gifts ever — I rode a bike where I grew up, for the first time in over 30 years. I rode past Carrie’s house and Tina’s and Katie’s and the house of the guy I called Johnny in my book. I rode to the pool and the…
Cyclists killed here
I was packing my little bag while talking to my father on the phone yesterday about where he was going to meet me when I arrive in New York today. My helmet. My camera. A vest in case it’s chilly in my hometown of Mineola (where I’m riding a bike for the epilogue of my…
