Hey There. The summer scenes I’m thinking of aren’t all visual. I did do the annual “Tour Dem Parks, Hon!” ride a week ago.
This was—-drum roll—-the first time I’ve ever done an organized bicycle ride with another person. Hard to believe, yes. But there it is. I was with a co-worker from the Welch Library, Carrie Price. She thought she would do 25 miles, but right at the fork in ye olde road—there we were on our way to the 33 miler. (Carrie’s filling up on aqua at Patterson Park. Sure it was hot. And sure it was humid. It’s always that way for this ride
We had a fun time, and Carrie more than held her own. She has a bike that she’s been riding for over 20 years, but that baby came through like a true CHAMP-PEEN.
We motored along and she saw sights her Frederick-born self hadn’t seen in Baltimore. Everyone’s always surprised about the size and prettyness of the parks in B’More. Even though I work with Carrie, I didn’t know she was the tough trooper she was on a bike. Meaning: she didn’t complain.
I’m just saying….but that’s small potatoes. The ride is really fabulous. You get nature, and you get some of the grit of the city.
Ever since I attended a library assembly meeting about being “born digital,” and unearthing “hidden collections,” these thoughts have stayed in my mind. I wasn’t born digital and thus, articles and reviews that were written about me are indeed hidden. I have to get them digitized, otherwise no one will know my participation in my own “scholarship” that is my writing, my plays. There is a volume of non-digital material that I have to get digitized. Why? Much like this blog—-I need to see it. I need to know that I was present during my career. And that career goes way back, much further than what I’ve posted so far. If you google up my name you won’t get anywhere NEAR what I consider a fair assessment of my artistic life. I need to make that right.