Tribute to Joe McBride
I don't have any photographs of my bicyling friend Joe McBride. Now, I never will--on Friday, Joe was killed by a motorist while he was riding his bike along the Delaware River in Pennsylvania.
So this picture of an anonymous rider will have to do. Except that Joe probably would have raised his middle finger at me, not his thumb.
Bicyclists don't talk a lot while riding, so it took a while to learn about Joe, a tough, big, irreverant, seemingly cynical guy. After many miles of riding, I learned bit by bit that he was a social worker with the unusual dual specialty of working with teenagers with juvenile diabetes and with grieving families, especially of suicide victims. One day, I read an article in the newspaper about Joe's work with the families of the Pan Am 103 victims. I asked him about it, and he told me how he'd been working with these families for more than 10 years, even going to The Netherlands with them for the trial of the bomber.
Joe, I'll miss you. So will a lot of other people.