This typewriter came to me from Kent Peterson. I have not used it in a while but today is special from that perspective. It will be the last time I will see him for years. I drove down to Eugene to visit with him today. We had a great visit. With a long dialog on the subject of memory and memories. (more on that) Maybe we should have had a pizza. This typewriter came to Kent from Venezuela in a pizza box. Instead, we drank tea. and talked and talked until Kent needed to pick up a box to pack a bike into. I continued my bad influence of giving him a ride. Kent does not use cars very often. I seem to get him into cars every other trip. ??
On the subject of memories – one of which Kent told me. He swore that I had been told the story. I do not have a glimmer of any type about it. Have you had that experience? This is not like amnesia, though come to think of it, hrmmm But I have forgotten a lot after my stroke (my?? stroke? like I own this particular experience? note to self: consider the ownership thing here) So back to memories, We had both failed, gotten an F, in a grade school class. He used his F to organize classmates to … well you will have to wait and hear it from Kent as it is his Story. But for me I went on to get an A in every class because they made the classes interesting. But that, those, are not the point of this digression. Because the doctors that treat strokes do not get enough recognition. “Vascular Neurologist” just does not roll off the tongue like cardiologist. Where was I going with this segment? Damn memories. I will come up with that and report back sometime. If I remember it.
“Figure out the food thing.” That was an early piece of advice from Kent on the subject of a sport that I was amazingly unsuited for but kept going at it for years. Randonneuring. Give it a whirl sometime if you like to ride a bicycle. It is remarkably satisfying, to ride 200 kilometers in a day (well 13.5 hours) and if you keep it up you will find that a 50 or 60-mile ride is just time out enjoying the day. I hope to return to that level.
There was a point to something here. But instead I will ramble on no more tonight. Instead, I will remember things with Kent’s voice guiding me as I went out and tried.
— MichaelRpdx :: hr