Essay: The Bigger Story

By Jon Marsden

The rain had flashed on and off like a yellow amber in a midnight town since about two-thirty that afternoon and the subject matter in my middle school science classroom was a perfect match for the melancholy weather. This had been a day filled with bloodletting and bone saws and I often found myself staring at the stack of student mountain bikes in the back of my classroom as I anticipated the end of seventh period. Soon I would be surrounded by kids, bikes, and a small loop of trails where we coaches helped children get hooked on …read more

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