Feeling Lucky? Miracles and Motorcycles

A normal coffee run in downtown Loveland flips a switch in my head. At one table, I’m trying to write and think, and a young man paces near the door, locked into a world I can’t enter. Behind me, six teens with Down syndrome laugh with a kind of joy adults tend to hide. Sitting in that room, it hits me how high the walls can be for some people and how casually the rest of us move through doors we didn’t have to earn. That perspective follows me back to a recent 280-mile Colorado motorcycle r...