Herb Terns’ teen walks the shore of Moreau Lake.
“Maybe a few miles in Moreau Lake State Park,” my wife, Gillian, proposed on a recent, sumptuous spring day. I had been hoping the day’s plan would be slightly more robust, but our shared goal was to get our teen moving outside, in whatever capacity. I would take what I could get.
“OK,” I said, “but how about you guys drive up and I ride my bike?”
Gillian smiled because, after 20-plus years, she knew me well enough. In the past, she’d pulled the car over 10 miles from our house so I could run the last miles home — she understood (or tolerated) how my mind functions, or malfunctions.
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“That works,” Gillian said. “We’ll have the bike rack on the car, so you can just ride home with us.”
“Or….” I said.
Gillian smiled again. “You want to ride home too?”
“Now that you mention it, that’s a good........