Trippin' with Susan Straley

Hi, The thing about waiting a few days before I post is I forget what I did since I last posted.  If it weren't for all the pictures, it would all be lost to time. I left you abruptly at the last post because I was posting from  the Coffee Hub in Xenia.  A staff member walked around and told those of us that were still lingering in conversations and on our computers that the cafe was closing in five minutes.   I rushed to publish my post without review for grammar and spelling.   I see it turned out worse that usual.   Oh, get over it, I am traveling.  I will go back and edit later... or not. time will tell. I thought about going to get supper since it was almost supper time when the cafe closed.  I was tempted to get a beer at a pub that Chris and Adrian had told me about.   They said it wasn’t the kind of place where a woman alone was a signal of any kind.   Instead I went to the grocery store. I went to the grocery store to get supper.   I didn’t want to

Hi, I love chocolate. I love flowers. I love riding my trike. Today I got all three!!! First, let me tell you about yesterday... Yellow Springs Times Two Friday, September 13, 2019 I went to get my morning coffee and some wifi at the Hub Coffee Shop in Xenia, Ohio on Friday morning. The shop is housed in the spam place as Toward Independence and One Bistro.  I think there is some kind of fundraising hand shake because I learned they are also running the Chocolate Ride happening on Saturday.  All the funds from the Chocolate ride go directly to help people with developmental disabilities gain the skills they need to live more independently. They also have a box for collecting donations of women's feminine hygiene products.  Gosh, I never thought about that need for women without incomes!   I got a call from Linda Tolly.  She is the trike rider I met on the ride on Thursday and who invited me to dinner at her on on Thursday evening. She said she ha

Hi, It has been awhile. There is no WiFi where I am camping. I have had a great couple of days.   Including a great ride with fellow recumbent tricycle enthusiasts and rescuing a drunk Native American. Where Am I? I am not telling you where I am camping until I am no longer camping there.  That is hard not to talk about it because I REALLY want to tell you about it.  But you know all the warnings on the internet about women travelers should not divulge their location because bad people are out there somewhere waiting to pounce. So I will pay attention to that, mostly in respect to those that care about me and worry.  There are lots of worriers out there.  I try not to be a worrier, but if you have been reading my posts for very long, you know I worry a lot.  I just don't worry so much about bad people. A podcast I listened to said that there is actually a difference in the brains between those who think most people are good and there are few bad ones and those who th