Lost The Race…


In the 60’s, living in the woods of Vermont involved a lot of down time because there was hardly any t.v. reception, and certainly no cell phones. Riding a bicycle was the only way to experience the feeling of freedom, and how much fun you have on that bike is dependent upon how hard packed and smooth the dirt road is. One summer day, David, the neighbor closest to my age stopped by, and we anxiously rode up the road to Cavendish town. It was always a big deal when we got permission to go all the way to town about 2 ½ miles from where we lived. The partial shade of the trees made cool spots along the way. It was a free feeling to weave and change speeds at a whim as we enjoyed the sounds of the tires sliding and rolling along on the dirt. We got to the end of the dirt part of our ride where the railroad crossing marked the spot that the pavement started. Pavement riding was rare. We stopped for a few minutes to talk with a pretty girl who was a classmate of ours, but unfortunately that was the last thing I actually remembered Continue reading

Friendship, A Poem


Truth and real feelings,

Where the handshake and hug blend together.

My life and our lives

Become more than silhouettes in separate shadows.

Dreams offer more to awaken to,

And feelings have sound with more than visions.

Who knows where to look for friendship.

It is not in places we have searched,

But comes to us from behind faces

And from within the looks that eyes return to our own.

Friendship, will not build its foundation on jealousy,

Nor will it compete to gain advantage over a friend.

Sharing and filling from the same spring.

Friends tip their glasses to lips

That speak of happiness for one another.

Rick Wyman©


A Rough Ride…Heed Mom’s Warning


Parents are full of advice as their child grows. My mother was full of advice, and full of superstition and scare tactics. She had a variety of fears and she wanted me to adopt them. She was well meaning and often the lessons were valid, but sometimes it would have been good to add a few exceptions to the rules.

One of the things she told me time and time again was that if I ever got into a stranger’s car I’d never be seen again, and Continue reading