Bike in the morning.
Can’t think of a better way to get to work than on my bike. Thru the sweet air of McCarren Park, past the smell of garlic frying in olive oil. Just like life there’s a doody diaper in the road. Then the bridge where I give thanks for the use of my legs, not like my sister in her electric wheelchair or my brother limping with a cane bravely over the span.
