To the one who found my brown, left, leather glove and put it on the path by the creek where I found it; to the lady who spent part of her Sunday afternoon walking the trails and picking up other people's dog shit - thank you very much. Simplicity that fosters hope that nourishes faith.

---BM

To the man, woman and other concerned individuals that helped me gather myself together after my bicycle not-so-gently made love to the side of a vehicle this afternoon, your assistance was greatly appreciated. I didn't get to thank you appropriately at the time. Your compassion, or perhaps my inflammatory response, makes me feel all warm and tingly inside.

---Soaring cyclist

my friends are heroes. like real ones. i've never had a real hero before. they chased down a unnassailible foe of a serpent, they tore him off his saddle and returned my stolen bicycle to me practically on my birthday. honor these heroic men. pay them suitable homage. they protect your bikes at night. they uphold the righteous ways of the knight. the bike knight.

---I-Soder