Blogging-In the New Year . . . 2014 in Review


Year end greetings to all (nine) of my loyal followers. Ha ha! The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for WheeledWords (below). Though small in number, and dispersed from Alaska to “Schveeden,” we are a force to be reckoned with. Thanks for your interest in WheeledWords, begun just a year ago. I chafe a bit over not posting more frequently. Ideas bubble up, but then life gets in the way (or I can’t find my Moleskine booklet-thing and NASA space pen) and my ideas fly the coop. I hope to write more regularly and regimentedly in the coming year and do have a number of rough-cut notions, but if any general topics interest you – viewed through the lens of a quadriplegic, working-man, father of 8 – pitch ’em my way. Anyhoo, thanks again, please keep following, and don’t hesitate to recommend WheeledWords to 125 or so of your closest friends.

Wishing you all a most Happy New Year!

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,000 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 33 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Really? Feeling a Bit Sick at the Moment.


I just read about an avid cyclist – a small bike shop owner and cycling advocate in Baltimore – who was struck by a motorist. The man was a husband and father. Forensics showed he was alive for some time after being struck. The motorist left the scene without tending to the man or calling 911. She returned twenty minutes later. The man died of head trauma but might have responded more favorably to immediate attention. She is an Episcopal Bishop serving in the Baltimore community with a previous history of DUI and possession of marijuana. She plead to lesser non-possession charges in that case.

Tragic. I hope, but do not trust, she’ll feel the full weight of judicial consequence for her commission of vehicular manslaughter.

Meanwhile, here’s a re-mention of my earlier pass along post about the Bicyclists’ Blackbox:

Remember, consider riding with others, buy and wear a good helmet, ride with your heads on the swivel, and keep your ears open.

Have a Safe and Happy New Year — Allez!

A Charles’ Dickie Christmas


Nothing fresh in the way of Christmas writings, but we’ll be at a good neighbor’s home tonight for a Bohem-ish gathering nibbling, gnoshing, and feigning holiday literati status by way of holiday readings or recitations. So I’m re-posting my selection. Hope you’ll re-enjoy.


He explained he wasn’t real sure how the tradition began, but over the years, while enjoying all the commercial glam of Christmas, he and his sisters took especially great pleasure in giving one mean gift at Christmas. Dianne loathed pork rinds, and Sue’s gag reflex took over at the mere mention of mushrooms. He had a rash-causing aversion to those false turtleneck sweater fronts, known as “dickies.”

These dislikes were known by all. Each had honed his and her ability to leverage them to great effect, going to great lengths to be opportunistically mean gift givers. There was the Christmas Dianne received Li’l Abner Pork Rinds disguised as Eagle Brand Premium chips. Another year, Sue received a stunning pair of dehydrated mushroom earrings presented in a luxurious blue velvet Hartzburg’s jewelry box.

“Why, poppa! Christmas isn’t supposed to be mean!” his little cherub-daughter exclaimed. “Why did you dit a dickie?”

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