So there’s me hammering on a uke like a little troll in my flannel cowboy jammies. One of my earliest memories was that those jammies were comfortable as all get out. That uke is still around, but the hair sure ain’t.
Then hey! There’s Dance and I, kickin’ it in Willingdon schoolyard, BMX, sweatpants, and ski jacket (unzippable sleeves, of course) styley. Both our bikes were Team Raleigh (boo-yeah!) – his blue with yellow and black writing, mine silver with...yellow and black writing too. We would pop wheelies off curbs, swap paint, and hop off and let them ghost-ride the length of the schoolyard all day, because we had no internet.
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