Ch-ch-ch-changes...
Just less than a month after my 21st birthday, on October 10, 1976, Steve Jr. was born.
Less than a year later, on July 20, 1977, my dad died. This is the only photo I know of with my father and one of my kids. Behind my father you can see the wall furnace which separated the living room and a hallway that lead to the bedrooms in the house I grew up in. I remember being a kid and laying in bed and hearing the crackling of the furnace and my parents' voices as they talked and watched television on the other side of that heater. I couldn't imagine life being any different. It seemed as though they would live forever and I would be a kid forever.
My scooter a little piece of home?I expected folks from Europe to notice my scooter. Many have, some asking if it is a Vespa. But, what has come as a suprise to me is folks from our local community of people from India. Yesterday I had an Indian man driving a Lexus stop and ask me where I got
my Bajaj and how much I paid for it. Another woman in traditional dress
smiled broadly when she saw my Bajaj. I have run out of flyers to hand out. It is a popular little scooter and for some, a small piece of home
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