It was a warm May day in 1978; we were all sitting on Freddie’s front stoop talking about anything and everything. Suddenly someone noticed a guy walking out of Glenn Gruder’s house with a ten-speed bike. He carried it down the stairs and started walking it alongside of him on the sidewalk towards Beverley Road.
He must have been right in front of
Cookie’s house when someone said:
“Hey Gruder, isn’t that your bike?”
Glenn squinted with his eyes like he always did, because glasses were beneath him and he probably didn’t clean his contacts.
“No, that’s not my fucking bike you asshole”
“Hey, Gruder, I really think that’s your bike
because the dude just came out of your house.
Glenn squinted again, his dark eyebrows were almost
meeting and looked like two caterpillars ready to kiss.
“Holy Shitttttttt, that is my fucking bike!!!!!!”
“Hey you stop!”
“That’s my bike!”
Glen raced across the street to confront
the guy just strolling away with his bike.
While Glenn was walking alongside of him trying to get his bike, the guy suddenly whispered something to Glenn as he simultaneously put his hand inside the breast pocket of his jacket.
Before we knew it Glenn ran away as fast as he could and hid
behind the massive chrome bumper of a Plymouth Fury.
Crouching on the ground he just sat there frozen until the
guy was almost to Beverley Road.
Once he turned the corner Glenn got up and walked
back to everyone sitting on Freddie's front stoop.
Glenn sat down alongside of us all looking dejected.
“Hey Gruder, what happened?” someone said
“He said he had a gun you assholes,”
“What did you expect me to do
get shot over a bike?
“Oh well fuck it, it’s just a bike.” someone said.
Glenn put his head down staring at the
worn red bricks of Freddie's front stoop.
There was little we could do to console him.
"You know what Glenn, thirty years from now
we'll all just think about this day and laugh
And you know what, it's thirty
years later and I guess it's true.
Because I know Glenn's reading
this and laughing too.
Think Summer Now - View from the front porch We are located in Delaware County between Downsville and Andes New York. A ride less than three hours from NYC on a Friday night ...
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