Jacquie Phelan's Weblog

Just got word last week that a very cherished part of the biking community had a crash that killed him. Dan Hennessey grew up 12 miles away in Mill Valley, and stayed friends with his neighbors there, as well as developing a very tight cohort of biking friends here in Fairfax.

I’d see the gang heading out of a Wednesday afternoon, packing a nice picnic for merriment on the mountain.
“One of these days, I’ll ride with them” I promised myself.

Alert: “One of these days” is the curse. One must never utter it.

I never did ride with him.

But he was always hosting, at his corner of Fairfax, the annual middle-of-the-street New Years Eve ritual with chairs ringing a tiny ember glowing in an iron pot.

Overhead, twinkling blue lights from one of those window-laser gadgets that gave the impression of hundreds of fairy lights strung 40-50 feet in the canopy of a valley oak.

As I’m wont to do, I’ll be sending up little prayr balloons for Lori his young wife and his two doting daughters….Wishing I could do a thing. Just one thing.

I’m afraid this is the puny little One Thing.

Remembrance, and love.

You can see it bridging the creek, his name and the word LOVE alternating in pastel street chalk….We’ll remember, remember remember.

~ by jacquiephelan on May 7, 2020.

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