Why We Need Criminal Justice Reform

I got on my bike again. I feel like I have conquered the anxiety that prevented me from riding for 16 months following my injuries and surgery.

The weather was amenable to outdoor activities. It is sunny without humidity and enough wind to cool the body. As the cool breeze brushes against my face, I realized how much I have missed the windy facial massage, invisible caress by Mother Nature. I block its whistles, I listen to music.

Dotman’s voice propels me as he laments about fair-weathered friends who are only present to partake of your…