In 1983 my dad met a guy named Feddie Hoffman. Actually, he first heard about Freddie like an approaching weather pattern. My dad and his sister had driven to Vermont to take part in a week-long bicycle tour of ...Read More
So on Friday after I got off work and forced myself to go to the gym despite my mounting and increasingly intolerable anticipation, I hopped into the car with a weekend's worth of clothes, a homemade reddit t-shirt, and only ...Read More
