{"id":4893,"date":"2013-07-06T18:02:34","date_gmt":"2013-07-07T01:02:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/?p=4893"},"modified":"2013-07-06T20:53:06","modified_gmt":"2013-07-07T03:53:06","slug":"what-do-you-miss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/rifftides\/2013\/07\/what-do-you-miss\/","title":{"rendered":"What Do You Miss?"},"content":{"rendered":"

People aware of my life as a news gypsy sometimes ask, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t you miss New York—New Orleans—San Antonio—San Francisco—Portland—Washington, DC—Los Angeles—Cleveland—?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d (Pick one). There are things I miss about each of them. But on a day like today, cycling mile after mile through the back country—the recent 106 degree heat a mere memory—I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t miss them at all.<\/p>\n

\"Naches<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Naches<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Ducks<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Bike<\/a><\/p>\n

Still, this evening in my chair with a book, a glass of something and the right piece of music, I may make an exception. <\/p>\n