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It's time to start...again

Wow, that's been a long time.  My updates for the past 18 months have pretty much centered on one topic, and I think it's time to change topics.  Let's dust the cobwebs off this blog and get back to addressing the issues at hand.  Namely, let's talk about bike riding adventures and leading the fight against blood cancers. So before I get back into bike riding tales, let me tell you about the immediate priority, that is I'm once again taking up the fight against blood cancers.  I've know too many people who've battled leukemia and lymphoma and frankly, I'm fed up.  It's a cruel twist of the human condition that some unlucky folks are stricken with these tragic diseases.  Well, I'm taking up the fight by fundraising again.  And as always, I'm asking you to help. In the past, when I've asked for your donations, I've offered various incentives - such as riding a mile for every dollar raised or putting your name on my bike or clothing.

Black and Tan

The Black and Tan promptly arrived at the table along with the chocolate milkshake that Rob ordered. We've been to Fenton's many times over the years and while I've enjoyed their Banana Specials and Saddleback Brownie sundaes, for me, the Black and Tan was always the best. I looked at the sundae and remembered. Rob and I had made it a regular routine to have dinner once a week. Usually we were at the Hopyard for Pint Night, but not this night. I had suggested we go to Fenton's when I got home from work. I didn't have to explain it or convince him; he knew why I had chosen this place. As soon as we arrived, the memories of countless visits started coming to mind. I introduced Sherri to Fenton's before we were married, 30 years ago. Rob mentioned that his first memory of Fenton's was his third birthday party and he remembered the train cake that mom had made for him.  I remembered how Sherri would always order a sidecar of hot fudge with her sundae because