Damn, damn, damn

I didn’t know Barbara Warren, but I rode past her on Saturday. The ambulances had just arrived, and there were two people on the pavement, one upright and dazed, the other flat on the ground. Both were bloody. I’m assuming she was the one lying down. Triathlons are supposed to […]

You know…

…I was about to write this big, huffy post about how I can no longer drink my favorite mass-produced beers (Franziskaner, Redhook, Bass, Widmer and Boddington’s) because they’re either owned outright or distributed by Anheuser-Busch/InBev, which is what Hensley & Co (aka Cindy McCain’s company) deals with. And then I […]