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“Commute by cycling. It’s almost free. You stay fit,
and you can go at your own pace.”
I used to beat the blues
and circumnavigate the rut
by rising early
and leaving early--
something I did joyfully
for several years.
The bone chill at 5am
was bracing. The lights from Tacoma,
20 miles west, masked the stars.
The traffic flow on the three
nearby overlapping freeways
were my marching band.
The deeply shadowed alley,
where I parked my red SUV,
smiled, as my familiar shoes
crunched on the pee gravel,
echoing off darkened houses
and dew-covered vehicles.
Leaving Sumner, I had a 35 minute
commute. From my Ozzie & Harriet
suburb, I had to weave through
410 and 167 to catch 512
pushing west toward Puget Sound.
Quickly I was confronted with
Meredian Hill, a half-mile of incline
that was too often clogged with
18-wheelers. The speed limit was 60,
but if I buzzed around the behemoths
I could hit 75 at the top.
At the 20 mile marker,
I would switch to I-5 south, exiting
at Gravelly Lake Drive, following
the VA Hospital sign, cruising slowly
through a stirring Lake City--soon
paralleling the north shore of American
Lake. The VA compound was 73 acres
right on the lake, covered with a cluster
of Spanish adobe-like buildings
with red tiled roofs; an odd South Western
decor amidst a towering forest of
My building was Blind Rehab
on the SE corner of the campus,
next to the lake, a hundred yards
from the tall fence for Ft. Lewis.
Raccoons and deer begged for
hand-outs during the walk
from the parking lot.
A pair of eagles
nested snug near my office
window; their scree music.
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