March 21, 2019
Spring is here, the snow is almost gone, it's not Easter yet, and I rode my bicycle for the first time this year. Oh what a feeling, the wind blowing through the hair I no longer have, my legs trying to be 20 again, and a summer of bipedal possibilities beckoning. Mom didn't let us take out our bicycles until Easter, easy when that holiday was early, hard when it was late. This year Easter is late but I couldn't wait. I hope the Easter Bunny doesn't pull me over for a ticket.
