The Bike, the Bush, the Balance
The bicycle was brown and white, no gears. Old and plain, but it was a hot rod to me. It had been thoroughly used by my older brother, and would pass on to my younger one after my years with it. It is still my favorite bike. Our house, the one provided for the pastor of the Bethany Baptist Church, was on Gladstone Boulevard in Kansas City. The Boulevard was wide and overlooked a basin in which were the trains.…