There is no toilet paper holder in my bathroom. The roll just sits on top of the toilet. I assume that people who come over and use our facilities find it odd that it is where it is, but it doesn’t bother me at all. It’s been like that since we occupied the residence.
When we bought our house, the holder was kind of hanging by its last leg. KB pulled it off and we set the roll on the counter. We were planning on replacing it and it was a oft mentioned item for about six months. Then it became an accepted part of the bathroom as bigger and more fun projects came around. And now it’s just there. Sitting and waiting for its time to be used. And then it is put back. The four holes where the holder had been are still there. It’s not something that we think about and it doesn’t bother us at all. Continue reading
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The first bicycle magazine that I subscribed to was Bike.
It was a long time ago. The glossy photos accompanied by the words of Ferrentino and Felton inspired me through many adolescent daydreams and were the motivation for staying in the cycling industry at the turn of the century. The style the magazine possessed and these two writers embodied for me was part of what defined the sport. There was always adventure and good writing involved that kept me waiting for the next rag to show up in my mailbox.
But as all good things must come to an end, so did the quality of Bike. Continue reading →