Contributor: Philip Lautore
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The first time I rode a bicycle was the day I visited my neighbor, Jeze Cantu. Prior to that, I had always used my own two feet for gettin' around.
As I recall, Jeze parked her double wide on the last row of the trailer park. Her model was an Energizer made in Baton Rouge. It came with an extra big bathtub.
Right off, I saw the bicycle parked against a tree near her rig. Naturally I headed straight to it, pausing only to bend over and speak to her dog Mildred.
About then, I heard Jeze shout, “Shut-up Mildred. You’re makin’ too much noise!”
Looking around, I spotted Jeze sprawled on a recliner under a tree.
About that time, I heard her say, “Why Justin Wilson, I thought you napped in the afternoons.”
“Can’t sleep...it's too hot.”
Looking away, I turned my attention to the bicycle.
“Fancy bicycle,”...
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Philip Lautore
