He’s a Nebraska boy who now–five years after that interview–has been to Kyrgistan, Africa, and Milpitas to write about things ranging from table tennis prodigies to geopolitics to young urban subsistence hunters.
It was too damp to muddy up my bikes (I’m unwilling to do a minute of maintenance per minute of riding) so I proposed having lunch in the Habitat.
“I’ve got some nice insoles” I told him.
“Plus two kinds of soup: sweet potato health glop and chicken soup with all the bones left in.”
Nothing but the best for my guests!