Today is the day of the Rock n’ Roll marathon in Phoenix, which means that many of the streets in my area of town are closed to traffic. I live on a cul-de-sac, but there are many cars racing up and down it today as drivers search for a way around the road closures. Every time a car races by heading east, I know that it will return speeding west within a minute, its driver having discovered that this is a dead-end street. Of course there is a sign at the entrance of the street indicating that it is dead-end, but who reads those?
I’m spending the day at home reading the Kindle book Notes from a Very Small Island by Anthony Stancomb. I should add that its author sent it to me for free, and I am glad, because I would probably never have discovered the book on my own. I’ve been reading it for hours, and I can’t put it down. Anthony and his wife Ivana moved from London to the small Croatian Island of Vis in the Aegean, and the book describes their interaction with locals as they worked to become accepted.
I would have been out cycling today, but my leg still will not permit it. I am beginning to wonder if I will ever be able to race my bicycle again.