The Seattle part of this year’s Ride was suspended on Sunday. While we wait for that Ride to resume, and as we look forward to the Ride to the Deep South in May 2018, the world continues to turn.
Nancy flew out from New York on Monday morning, a day earlier than planned, for some San Francisco meetings. Friend Julie retrieved her from the airport.
Jeffrey was delighted to see Nancy. Friends for 43 years, married for nearly 38, when Jeffrey is with Nancy, he’s home.
Jeffrey placed the folded Sprint 26 on a shelf at Julie’s and Nattie’s house. Nattie secured it, with reinforcment in case of (no kidding) earthquakes.
Jeffrey stored the rest of our equipment as he did at the end of the 2017 California Ride. He’ll retrieve and reassemble our gear when the Seattle Ride resumes, later in 2018 or in 2019.
While Nancy attends to business, we’ll rest in San Francisco. We’ll spend an extra night here to wait out a snowstorm in the Northeast. Then we three will return to New York City.
Chauffeur update: Jeffrey breathes easily in both lungs, but only his right lung absorbs oxygen. We guess that with each breath, his oxygen absorption at sea level is what it would be with two good lungs at 12,000’ (3700 meters) above sea level.
Until circulation to the left lung resumes in a few weeks, it is as if Jeffrey is in thin mountain air. He tires. He yawns. He gets out of breath. Easy does it.
Shortness of breath doesn’t stop Jeffrey’s talking. He continues to explain that the right (and it is a right, not a privilege) to apply for asylum is meaningless without a lawyer’s help to present the case. In English only. With evidence. On a 12-page form. Prepared according to 14 pages of instructions. To an asylum officer in a government office. Or in court to an immigration judge where a government lawyer opposes a grant of relief.
To help our sisters and brothers who fear persecution and ask us to keep them safe, please extend a hand to these least among us—and consider donating to Human Rights First.