06/16/2026
I used to spin. It was at a radio station in a suburb of Boston, and I programmed and DJed classical music. You may not remember this, but music used to come from spinning discs. Elderly residents of Boston used to call me on the station’s landline to express gratitude for my not overlooking solo bassoon repertoire or appreciation for my rambling spin on the relationship between Kundera, Nietzsche, and Beethoven.
Wait no. I still spin. I ride my single speed bike to West Harbour then take the train to Exhibition, and I spin my wheels down Queen Street, stopping at Paper Plus Cloth and Type Books, then up Shaw to Flying Books then Wonder Pens then She Said Boom, until my pannier is overflowing with books and stationery then I shoot back down University to Union where I take the bus back to Hamilton Go. Then I have a pint at the pub on Augusta to congratulate myself for another day well spun.
Wait no. I don’t spin anymore. My head used to spin because I couldn’t keep anything straight. Now I have total clarity of thought.
Wait no. I do spin still. I spin out threads of stories one after another that seem to have nothing to do with each other, but then they get plied into a whole that seems, in afterthought, inevitable.
Getting warmer. GET WARMER! SPIN SOME YARN WITH US.
Yes, all that just to say: Tour de Fleece is upon us starting July 4, when we spin yarn with the cyclists spinning their wheels through France. More information is coming all week long! Let's be real, there was no real information here. But it's coming!
