Early Monday afternoon, the weather was so good it seemed a shame not to ride, so I took the Atlantis out for a spin up to Lexington Center on the Minuteman.
Paused to have a brief conversation with Sam, who was excited at the thought that the Atlantis was almost big enough to fit him. Since I learned some years back never to make technical arguments to statuary, I simply gave him the Rivendell contact information and wished him well, then pedaled on up the trail. Sam gets embarrassed when people see him using a cell phone.
"Green, green, rocky road, promenade in green," the ancient poet sang, and so it was.
After the *****cat dumped the Owl, she took up with the Monkey, with whom she shares a taste for watching the World go by on the Minuteman.
rod (who marvels at the substring bowdlerization directed towards a harmless character from an
Edward Lear poem)