Another splendid month is in the books. Not having my notes handy I recall watching A Man Called Otto and a bunch of Nationals games including one in the flesh.
I participated WABA’s Sweet Ride and survived lots of climbing. Good preparation for my tour.
I saw two concerts. KT Tunstall and Martin Sexton at the intimate Birchmere made for a fun evening. Crowded House at The Anthem was the bomb. Neil Finn’s still got it and reforming his band to include Nick Seymour, Michell Froom, and sons Liam and Elroy worked like a charm. My favorite moments included Neil soloing on piano with the old Split Enz song Message to my Girl and the Crowded House obscurity Elephants.
I managed to squeeze a trip to Hyde Park to see FDR’s home. After that I spent time with family before attending my 50th high school reunion. (Holy crap, my classmates are OLD!)
As for riding, I managed to do my usual daily meanderings before setting off on a bike tour to Maine and beyond (knock wood). I rode 1,089.5 miles on May. 517 of those miles were from my tour. Lord only knows how many thousands of feet I’ve climbed so far.
I’ve ridden 4,384 miles so far this year.
loving
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
A Man Called Otto had me crying on an airplane in front of hundreds of strangers. Man it pulled my heart strings.