Comments on: Let Me Steer

By: Walela

Walela — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 19:07:04 +0000

I was speaking generally, Quill.

“When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways.” 1COR 13:11 NRSV

By: QuillDancer

QuillDancer — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 14:29:56 +0000

Doug — I was having trouble with the transition yesterday, so I left the ending off. I kept going into needless detail about the remainder of the evening, when I didn’t tell Gram I’d not brought my bike home. Then you asked your question and there was the ending, neat and tidy — and late.

Hey! Did you just call me stupid?!

By: Walela

Walela — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 12:41:41 +0000

Quilly, that ending belongs in the story. Was the interred person comforted?

OC, parents today have forgotten the most important child-rearing fact. Children usually survive stupidity and the trauma’s that come from stupidity.

By: QuillDancer

QuillDancer — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 02:35:25 +0000

OC — I haven’t been on a bike since 199?, when my last one was stolen. However, I have no adversion to riding. In fact, for years a bicycle was my primary tranportation. Someday you should ask me about the St. Bernard and my brand new, saved the money and bought it myself, ten speed.

By: oceallaigh

oceallaigh — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 02:18:03 +0000

I’m still trying to figure out how you survived childhood. Can you go anywhere near a bicycle now?

By: Mike Cook

Mike Cook — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 01:26:40 +0000

Great story. But given your acknowledged history with bikes, do you still ride one?
Mike

By: QuillDancer

QuillDancer — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 22:47:41 +0000

Polona — many times. Many, many times — all in daylight.

By: polona

polona — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 20:35:53 +0000

oh my, what a story!
did you ever ride through the cemetary again?

By: QuillDancer

QuillDancer — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 15:35:42 +0000

Bill — Cheerleader had a gash on her forehead that left a scar she probably still has today. I haven’t seen her since we were 12. She moved only one town away, but we never kept in touch.

Joe — given your writing talents, I am humbled by your praise.

Doug — the tanning didn’t come until morning — when I asked for permission to retrieve my bike. Gram and I stopped by the cemetery on the way to church. My bike was crucified on a stone cross. The front tire was oval shaped. Cheerleader’s blood (head wound) was splattered all over the base. Gram made me clean up the blood and apologize to a dead person for playing ([playing!?) on his grave. Sheesh! That wasn’t even the grave I’d landed on — not that I pointed that fact out. I wasn’t apologizing to two dead people who’d tried to kill me!

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Let me Steer! « Quilly’s Quips — Sun, 04 Mar 2007 15:26:20 +0000

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