Have you ever really stepped out your front door with no destination? No plans of how to get there, what route, traffic, how long it will take, arrival time, do I have my keys, do I have my phone OH…
Have you ever really stepped out your front door with no destination? No plans of how to get there, what route, traffic, how long it will take, arrival time, do I have my keys, do I have my phone OH…
Something about small-town life has me enchanted. Even though our small town is slowly being surrounded by the unincorporated areas of San Diego, like an island with rising waters lapping at the flood walls, our cozy town keeps its yesteryear…
Toddler Harbat is confused. When I suggest we take her tricycle out, she probably envisions sitting in a recliner while the scenery blurs past, preferably with a chocolate milk in one hand and a pony with long Technicolor hair riding…
I remember my first bike, a flashy blue number with training wheels and a horn. When I first climbed aboard I felt the mantle of adult responsibility draped on my shoulders. This was a real machine, with chrome and gears…