tribute

The end of my salad days as a youth in the great Midwest. How many afternoons I spent awaiting glory and disaster while sitting in front of Wide World of Sports. I haven't flown since about 1978, when I was 12 or 13 years old, but tonight...I could of cleared a bus, if I had one. Upon hearing the news I grabbed a plank, a stool, some boxes, an 11-years old's bicycle and headed out into the dusk to fly once more; it couldn't wait until tomorrow. Tribute.



RIP Evel.