Welcome Home, Thanks for the Free Bike!

Black Beauty

I spent the last year living just outside the most bike-stealingest city I can imagine, but I had to come all the way home to sleepy Austin Texas to become a victim of cycle thievery, myself.

Last week I finally took the time to write out the details of my employment exile in New Jersey. It was great to read all the feedback from friends who appreciated the sentimental story of sacrifice and family reunion. I thank you all...but sadly I have no such happy tale to tell you this time.

Finally Home With No Plane to Catch

What man WOULDN'T be beaming??

While a rare biblical-level storm pours down on my beloved hometown of Austin Texas tonight, I'm wrapping up an amazing week in which love has rained down on me like a flood. For the first time in almost a year, I'm home living it up with my family, without having to worry about a plane to catch.


July 2011 to July 2012 was one of the most challenging and unstable years of my life. After a few things went haywire with my job situation last summer, I headed to New Jersey for a three-month freelance gig that ended up stretching to eleven months plus. Though I was blessed with some great rewards professionally, the personal sacrifices I had to make felt just plain dumb.

Split-Second Decency and Prolonged Determination

Bill & Bill's House

For the second time in less than a week, I set a new personal distance record for riding my bike yesterday.  After powering through 36 miles of NYC streets last Saturday, I spent Wednesday cruising on a 40-mile jaunt through Palisades Park.


There were many moments of wonder contained inside the nine hours or so it took me to complete these trips, but none stand out more than the split-second I locked eyes with the funniest man in America and one of my favorite actors, Mr. Bill Murray.