America is a beautiful thing…
Monday, Jane fell and broke her right patella and right arm and I’m home in Minneapolis (for those who don’t know me personally, Jane’s my wonderful wife of 29 years). She’s doing fine, maybe surgery, maybe not. She’s using a walker, both breaks on the same side so no crutches. Her nurse is clumsy and inefficient but he means well.
For the motorcyclists, true love is riding eleven hundred miles in twenty hours, the last four through Wisconsin, dead of night, dense fog and temperatures in the fifties, you know what I’m talking about (shout out to Aerostich riding suits…).
I’ll be back to wandering when she’s back on her foot. In the meantime remember, literally and metaphorically, always pack your rain gear….
