… In the Lee of the Stone
Posted On Tuesday, March 25th, 2008 By David Veatch
Like protection in the lee of the stone, I was warm, perhaps a little too warm, while the wind was at my back (even if off to the side a bit), and a touch too cold with the wind in my face. I’m not sure how to dress for that. We’re in that awkward time of the year when it’s cool to cold in the morning, and perfect to warm in the afternoon. It means planning ahead, and a slightly heavier set of panniers, but other than that, it’s a most welcome change from the all day tear freezing frigidity of earlier this year.
I met Ron on the way in this morning. I caught up with him at around 101st and Lamar. This morning was his first time out this year. He seemed apologetic for it, and perhaps a little ashamed. I assured him that there was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of by getting out and riding. Actually, I said something more along the lines of “No, no no no no…”, but the sentiment was conveyed. He works for the Post Office as a carrier and has a 6.5 mile walking route every day. I was thinking about the PO carriers just the other day, in fact. It’s a thankless job, really, but it’s one of those jobs, like trash pickup, and street cleaning, that is met with great uproar and passionate and loud negativity when neglected.
It was great to meet you, Ron, and thanks for all your hard work.
Bonus points to the person who can identify where I got the title for this post.