May 14, 2004
Biking Exhausted
I returned from my New Paltz stint on Sunday afternoon, and immediately set into a routine of 9am bike rides, followed by a few hours of work, followed by some motorcycle tinkering. It's a monk-like existence without a real fixed schedule that I would love if I could keep up for the rest of my life.
I never mentioned meeting my cousin after a final bike ride last Friday (another epic, that involved some technical downhill after sunset...talk about ballsy).
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| Drew Meskun: Age 21 |
When I last saw Drew, he was maybe 9 or 10 years old, buck-toothed, short and skinny as a rail with an accent that would have been at home in Fargo. Now he's a US marine reservist, 6'6" tall, probably on the order of 250 pounds, most of it muscle. He still has a touch of speech that strikes me as vaguely Canadian, although that is perhaps a product of growing up in Connecticut?
I was a little afraid that the taunts I used to hit him with back in the day would come back to haunt me. Fortunately it wasn't the case, but it is for certain that Drew is much cooler than I am.
So the family reunion is nearing fruition, only a handful of people I need to meet to say that I've known my entire one-level-of-indirection-family as an adult.
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