As a boy, six or so, I was living with my grandma at the time when I learned how to ride a bike. It was an old one, dont remember whose. I rode it along side the curve until I finally balanced it. I continued on it about two miles, all the way to my grandpas barbershop across the Donna Catholic church. He was surprised to see me as we had never formally met except as a toddler once or twice to cut my hair. He gave me some of his famous bbq to take to my grandma. Off I rode back to her house to deliver the goods. She was beside herself as she made it clear that I was not to mention this to my step grandfather. She hushed me as I kept saying, yo tengo dos buelitos, I have two grandpas. Well yesterday I rode my bike to see her, it was in a sort a full circle for me. I helped her set up a Facebook account. I hope she uses it to stay in touch with us. God bless the lady, she is truly a wonder :-)
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 13:43:09 +0000
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