When I was 16 I worked at a restaurant. After a large wedding reception, a man gave a nearly full case of Champagne to the restaurant staff as a tip. We were all 16-18. Amazingly, I was able to ride, wobble, and veer my bicycle home afterwards, but as I attempted to turn my bicycle into our approximately 20-foot wide driveway, I missed, hitting the curb next to it instead. I flew like Superman and crashed like Wyle E. Coyote head-first skidding along our dew-soaked front lawn.
And people ask me why I don’t want to go back and visit my high school days. Once was more than enough for me…
Russ
