Frances and I wrote this collaboratively in Limoux on Fabienne's secret harvest path.

Pretty little place

Wrote this to kill the time while biking to Bugarach uphill both ways.  

Ça monte, the biking song

Wrote this on the sidewalks of Burlington, VT late one night, to avoid doing whatever it was I had to do. 

Dedicated to all those runners out there, running instead of doing it. 

Wrote this years ago on a family bike ride.   

cleaning off my shoes, cleaning off my shoes, I got nothin' ta do but clean my shoes. 