Tag Archives: Jan C Johnson

Zombie Pickup Truck

Posted on December 3, 2020 by Jan C. Johnson

First, let me say I always use a mirror when bicycling. Nerdy? Who cares? Cyclists gotta see what’s coming up behind them. Recently while out on the road, a pickup passed me. Followed by a sudden flashback. I can’t believe … Continue reading →

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Remote Shell Game

Posted on November 7, 2020 by Jan C. Johnson

Hi. My name is Jan, and I’m not smart enough to watch television. (Of course, you could say that avoiding television is smarter than watching it, but that’s beside the point.) To be honest, I don’t really think it’s my … Continue reading →

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Appliance Agitation

Posted on May 11, 2020 by Jan C. Johnson

Here we go again… not long ago, I was relaxing on the patio with a good novel while a load of cycling clothes and other truly gross stuff was in the wash. Everything was fine until Brent popped his head … Continue reading →

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Useless–Or Not

Posted on May 4, 2020 by Jan C. Johnson

I’ll tell you, this “Shelter-in-place” thing doesn’t keep a person very busy. I mean, sure, I could clean house–but I’m not that desperate. Anyway, I’ve done a fair amount of light reading lately. In one story, a character complained that … Continue reading →

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Curb Your Enthusiasm!

Posted on April 27, 2020 by Jan C. Johnson

Late last summer, our second Italy bicycle tour was closing in fast. Time to start hitting some hills! So one Saturday, I hopped on Sully and took off for a hilly climbers’ playground neighborhood near Joe Pool Lake. After an … Continue reading →

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A World Upside Down

Posted on April 9, 2020 by Jan C. Johnson

Our world is upside-down, and I think I’m getting a little slap-happy being stuck at home most of the time. For instance, a commercial came on TV the other evening. The announcer said something about a “… Lindt chocolate bunny…” … Continue reading →

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