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Passing Through

May 22, 2012 By Michael Lebowitz Leave a Comment

Passed through Wendover, Utah on my way to the Salt Flats to shoot a 100 mile race. Not much of anything on this side of town to speak of except for some broken down warehouses, what appeared to be a dock loading area and some shanty like structures that might have been houses and the town jail. Then I noticed the daycare center. What you can’t see is the strip of glitz casinos on the other side of the border in Nevada. Over here the wage earners from sin make a life. Bleak but apparently not without soul.

Roll On-Part Two

May 22, 2012 By Michael Lebowitz Leave a Comment

Part 2
I had lunch with an old friend yesterday. We talked how we do about this and that, people and miles, races and writing, images and books to come, you know the stuff we do. It occurred to me that he is going more gently into what’s coming than am I and that seems a good thing. For him. For me, it’s not where I come from in the way back when and having given so much time to wrong turns and bad choices there is no gentle going for me, only the steady beat of getting down the road with whatever there is to do today. Roll on you rollin’ river…someone with rhythm said that.

Roll On-Part One

May 22, 2012 By Michael Lebowitz Leave a Comment

Part 1
“Now sometimes tomorrow comes soaked in treasure and blood
Here we stood the drought
Now we’ll stand the flood
There’s a new world coming
I can see the light
I’m a Jack of all trades
We’ll be alright.” Jack of All Trades- Bruce Springsteen 2012
Heard this on the ‘pod as I was doin’ pickups on the gravel with pre-dawn streakin’ purple and fire across the sky. Damn right we’ll be all right. Do we have a choice? Nope. No fuckin’ way. Time to roll on to the break of day is what I say.

Reprinted with permission from lifeasahuman.com

Tarmac Meditations #76: Big Steel Rails

May 21, 2012 By Michael Lebowitz Leave a Comment

2/12
Gonna walk to my meeting. Gonna listen to Gordon Lightfoot. Early morning rain, big steel rails, Canada when I was young and so was love…gonna walk slow and steady, gonna drift along the floodin’ river, gonna let the rain wash my hair and the music carry the memories. Gonna get a workout, and maybe some writing time all in one…gonna come home, have a little somethin’ somethin’ and do the work of the day. Saturday, you’re ok with me.

Tarmac Meditations #78: Longest, Furthest Yet.

May 20, 2012 By Michael Lebowitz Leave a Comment

2/13
Up Martin-made the turn at the “Saddle”…the meadow where all roads cross on the way to Spencer Butte summit…took me an hour…took the Bigfoot, Merlin and Flash 40 minutes. My longest, furthest yet. Easy to hate young legs at my age. Took 50 min. going down. Fog heavy in the lichen, valley sky lit with purple sunrise. Home roasted coffee leaning against the pick up. The day unrolls to a steady runners’ beat.

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