Joy on two wheels
Tome moments in life are so odd, so delightfuly out of place, that they stick with you forever.
One spring afternoon, I found myself on the front stone steps of a downtown church in my home city. We’d just laid my great uncle to rest — a long, full life well lived. It was a quiet weekend morning. The street was gently alive with its usual soundtrack — streetcars rattling by, cars parked bumper to bumper, snippets of conversation floating by on the breeze.
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