Saturday, July 3, 2021
I waited at the curb for Jack Webb to pass on his bicycle. It was a hot day, he was serious, concentrated on the road ahead and getting wherever he was needed to be. Towards evening, I saw him again, riding the other way, coming back home I suppose. As far as I can discern, the only thing he picked up along the way was a sunburn.
Posted by allen frost at 10:10 AM