I had the WEIRDEST experience this afternoon. I was walking around the block, going for a mid-afternoon snack (pickle from Potbelly…yum!) and I saw my OLD BIKE. Yes, I ran into a bike that I sold over 3 years ago, chained up to a pole on 19th street. It even had the same peeling John Kerry sticker that I left on it.
I’m a strong believer in signs – I’m still trying to figure out what this all means.