I think it was before I was married to John (it was well before that actually) that he would often mention how much he liked bikes. Throughout my life here in Denver, this reoccurring topic would grace our conversations every spring and certainly during the summer. I had thought about getting him one for his birthday or other holidays, but the bike just never materialized. Until now. With the help of our friend Mandy, we bought our first set of bikes. We nearly rode them out of the store (John rode his, I walked mine to avoid hitting pedestrians).

As happy bike owners we don’t really need an excuse to ride our bikes. However, we need a little help from mother nature. Our second day of being bike owners was a bit windy. Our third day was VERY windy. Now, on our forth day, with plans to bike to the nearby park to play tennis, we woke up to 4 inches of snow. SNOW!? It’s been in the 60’s and sunny. Where did this come from? There are many explanations, none of which I will spend much time on seeing as there are few in the world who have a deep appreciation for weather like I do. If, in case, you are interested, you can look up Denver weather patterns and you’ll soon understand quite clearly how unstable our weather is here.
So our plans to ride bikes, play tennis, and attend a spectacular fireworks show and watch “things being blown up” at the School of the Mines, have been placed on the back burner until we can further assess the situation. Spring.

Fortunately, the weather should improve by tomorrow so we can get outdoors to enjoy the weekend. So much bike riding, tennis, hiking, and other fun things to do!

You can read about this on John’s blog, or you can enjoy my take on it!

After dropping my sweet little sis off at the airport, I received a phone call from a number I didn’t recognize. Being lonely (as I probably was) I answered.

“Hello?”

“Is this Sarah Warne?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Wife of John Michael Warne?”

Pause.

“Uh, yes.”

“This is the customs and border patrol of the United States of America, in Huron, Michigan.”

“Oooookay.”

“Do you know that your husband is traveling today?”

“Yeah, he travels a lot.”

“He’s with us here and we can assure you, your husband is safe and under our protection.”

At this point the kind gentleman proceeded to explain how my husband was passing through customs and was left behind by his bus. He asked me if I had any way of contacting anyone on the bus so they could turn around and go back to get little Johnny. It took a second to process all of this, and through my giggles I said to the kind man, “please don’t be offended by this, but are you joking!?” He assured me that this was no joke (although I’m not sure he wasn’t stifling a laugh himself), and that my husband was safe in the room next to him.
After I regained my composer, I started scrambling for any phone numbers I had of band members/girlfriends/wives/associates/comedians. Fortunately, the bus had not gone too far before they got my messages and turned back for poor poor John.

I have to admit, I think John would have been fine without my help. His name is on the inside of his underwear and I wrote his phone number on the tags in his jacket. He knows his alphabet and can count to 100. But I do like to think that without my help, he’d still be somewhere between Canada and the United States. Maybe sleeping on a park bench with little packets of Saltine crackers and ketsup to fill his tummy.

Life is never boring when you’re married to a traveling sales…oops, I mean musician.

For John’s story go to…
http://sarah-and-john.com/john/blog/