I said to my wife,
I said…..I said….
“Fred!…. Things have gotta change.”
Syndey takes Spanish class. Maybe that’s why he is still so sharp at an advanced age. His mind will never fail him. That much is clear.
He collects interesting plastic bags from far away places he sometimes goes. This is what he carries his homework in. No need for such extravagances as buying a bag. Not for him, anyway, he shrugs with a smile.
Hariold likes to ride hard. Road ride. He has a beautifully basic slim, skinny even, luciously painted bike and this is where he is finally comfortable in the world. His strongest desire is to conquer that hill. He’d rather ride steeply straight UP than take the easier more gradual route which in the end takes the same time to get to the same place. He likes to do it the hard way. He rides hard.