“Behind every grey cloud, there is a silver lining.”
As I sit here typing on my computer while the weather churns and Osaka prepares for the typhoon later this evening, I have to tell you last week was not a great week. My cherished bicycle was stolen. It was locked in the bike parking lot of my apartment. Early Friday night, I had ridden up the long hill, parked my bike, locked it and turned my secret code (09 11 [my birthday backwards] ) to other numbers so it would read 1911. Nobody could ever unlock this bike I thought as I entered the building.
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