I’ve been told that the way we spend the first few days of a new year is the way we’re meant to spend the rest of that year. I don’t believe it one bit. My first few hours of 2014 were spent…
Counting time
When I think back to 2014, what do I remember? I remember the New England air blowing past me, over every single bike ride I took on the Farmington Canal trail this March and April, ten miles up each way,…