fifty one


IF I WAS IN A CAR I WOULD HAVE MISSED THIS

This was a small town in southern Utah, I had just started my day and the weather was perfect. This was only the second day of my trip back to Phoenix. I had been sick the weeks before I started so I was not in top shape for the next day’s climb. 

This wasn’t my first tour so I knew not to focus on the miles and miss something interesting. I saw this fellow chillin’ by the road so I thought I needed a rest too. 

I learned about the town and the local politics. This nice man was the former Post Master who had actually built the US Post Office over fifty years earlier as a young man. They had never paid him so he took it home after he retired. It was small enough to drag home with a tractor. He now uses it as a potting shed for his wife. 

He had watched the world change from this small town for about sixty years. I was just another character in the endless parade past his home. We had a lot more in common then I first thought. 

As we talked, I realized we were alike in many ways. He observed the world from his spot in this small town, I watch it from the seat of my bicycle.

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