The day had finally arrived.
I was a teen.
It was spring time. The ice was gone but the water was icy.
The leaves may have been present. There may have been more colour, more light, but I remember everything was grey that day - though I will admit, things were pretty gray as well.
The lake, the cliff, the trunks of the trees, the rocks, the beach, the boat and the sky - all were grey.
Only things escaped the totality of that gray day. The first was the smile of a teenage boy, beaming as he bounced towards a rite of passage. The second?
The lil’ green 9.9
As a young boy one early mark of manhood was the ability to start an engine. These days people seem to take this for granted. With battery powered everything from lawnmowers to chainsaws, the flywheel is becoming a threatened species in the developed word.
These days you don’t even need to take your keys out of your pocket and the car unlocks itself. This does not go well when you are a selectively suspicious person.
I’m generally a trusti…
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