Squeaky, the Intern That Wasn’t
We just dropped our intern, whom I will call “Squeaky,” except that he never actually started. Squeaky showed up in the office a few months ago in a tie, fresh-faced (hence the nickname) and with what seemed like a well-intentioned, gung-ho spirit. His background wasn’t perfect and he was only a college freshman, but he ...
Singletrack Sanctuary 2
So far this season, I have already gone mountain biking much more than I did last year. I wish I had a one-off, easy answer to explain why. My best guess is that it has to do with increased confidence. When I don’t fear every ride — what technical features I might encounter, how long ...
Singletrack Sanctuary
Hardcore local mountain bikers often malign the easy south Boulder trails pictured here, but nothing beats a post-work spin through the arrival of springtime in the Rockies.
Riding Santa Fe
As a kid, my parents took me to Santa Fe about once every other year for the food, the art and the hiking. They usually drove, and I remember rolling through town as the sun set dramatic and red over beautiful mountains, excitedly anticipating a room with its own kiva fireplace. Santa Fe is where ...
The Sabbath
Today is Easter. It’s difficult to not think about (although here in Colorado, as opposed to when I lived in Texas, most business seem to be open). Half of my friends and acquaintances on Facebook are Christian, so hardly a day passed last week without a new picture of Jesus appearing on my news feed. ...
I Don’t Understand You: Generational Differences
Two weeks ago, I attended the National Bike Summit in Washington, D.C. During lunch on the last conference day, a young, squeaky-clean speaker and researcher from the Center for Generational Kinetics took the stage for our midday entertainment. He was there to tell us about the differences among generations and how to work with them. ...
