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…