Commuting to work by bike may not be a common practice, but it is definitely growing. Every year, advocates around the country serve up coffee by the barrelful and offer free tune-ups in hopes of widening the circle. Monday is day one of Bike To Work Week in Milwaukee. We hear from local advocates, who practice what they preach.
I’m probably breaking every safety code in the bicycle book – microphone in hand and camera dangling around my neck - as I prepare to trail behind Jessica Binder and her son. They’re heading to school. Four-year-old Everett waits patiently. He’s properly helmeted aboard his scooter.
“ It’s called a skuut. And I can ride a pedal bike down my alley and all the way to school I can bike it,” Everett says.
A provocative obituary ran in the New York Times on March 30, 2013. It began as follows: “She made a mean beef stroganoff, followed her husband from job to job and took eight years off from work to raise three children.”
Recently I attended the funeral for Mrs. Murphy, the mother of a childhood friend. Her passing took everyone by surprise. And, it was another sober reminder that the parents of Baby Boomers, my generation, are quietly slipping away.
We last saw each other this past summer. My friend Kathleen was in from the East Coast and suggested a lunch date with our moms. We were joined by another childhood friend, Joanie, who had lost her mom a year before.