Introduction

I was 14 when I learned how to ride a bicycle. That was a bit old but I have been an avid bicyclist ever since. Now at 75, I think it is time that I learned how to express myself comfortably in writing. Toward that end I have started an online workshop with https://mainstreetwriters.com I plan to use this blog to develop my writing muscles.

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