My dad and I had built many custom bicycles while I was in high school, many of which we rode in the late-‘80s parades: “The Pink Flamingo,”“Tall Yellow” bike, and about two dozen more, all of which had two front forks allowing tight turns and riding sideways. In 1990, I ...
but the lyrics are jagged with grief. It mirrored the push and pull of that spring—the weather that went from blue and balmy to sideways sleet and back again, the way my “job” made me feel like a child playing