1st day of summer, 1997. Crossing the Ogden River every day when I bike to work, and again biking home. In the summer of his 45th year, still riding a bike. But this is new–crossing that river every day, back & forth & back again on the next day, and every week, every month, every year. Until the millennium, and beyond.

Twenty years from now, in 2017, I’ll be 65. That’s the plan. Keep biking back and forth across that river every day until 2017. And then?

(Fragment from a notebook discovered while cleaning out files in the basement.)