That time of the year

Biking is fast becoming an addiction, but I think I may have found the cure. Biking in Prospect Park at around dusk. Something happens then that hasn't happened in awhile to me.

Bugs.

Now, I'll admit that this shouldn't come as much of a shock. I did grow up in a similar climate, and bugs (the little gnat-like ones, or the mosquitoes) were de rigeur. But, I'd been in San Francisco...and the weird thing is, they don't have bugs there. At least not in the places that I biked (and aside from occasional mysterious ant infestations, SF is remarkably bug-free). And in Propsect Park, I was nearly picking them out of my teeth. Nearly, except that I kept my mouth closed. I think one flew up my nose. And two definitely ran kamikaze missions into my left eye. Which, when you're biking in a fairly crowded piece can be kind of hazardous. I guess I'll have to splurge and buy a nice pair of clear glasses for protection against the scourge of the skies.

In other less important news, the movie "Mean Girls" is actually a really well-done semi-darkish comdey. I laughed consistently throughout (if not constantly).

In coming attractions: a trip to College Station, Texas! And Cooperstown, NY! It's summer, I guess, and it's time to hit the road again.