One perfect summer afternoon I was blasting along an empty stretch of Montana highway when the rear tire on my motorcycle blew out. This was an unsettling experience. What did I learn? I learned that angels don’t look like angels.
One perfect summer afternoon I was blasting along an empty stretch of Montana highway when the rear tire on my motorcycle blew out. This was an unsettling experience. What did I learn? I learned that angels don’t look like angels.
I remember that story.
Thanks for meeting me in Banff.