I wanted to buy you kites and cowboy boots but you wanted to finish the race. What could I do but pedal along after you uphill and down? The finish line kept moving but the judges finally relented and awarded us flutes and sherbets until the "No Smoking" light was turned off.

The pews were full of dead people. Oxen flew between the stained glass windows. We made our way cautiously into the catacombs where we shared a beer and bowled a few lines while we were down there. Try as I might I could never break 200.

I knew you were worried when I disappeared at the amusement park. They accused me of stealing colors from the carousel and roughed me up. Then they offered me a job painting cheap souvenirs. After a couple of weeks I was able to retire early.

Gravel roads played tic-tac-toe in the desert and joshua trees pointed the way. We came across a huge pit and looked down into a 5-star restaurant but without a reservation there was no way to get down there. So we sat in the car and ate twizzlers.

We drove around in the postcard as long as we could stand it. When we finally broke the proscenium we were going so fast I lost control on a curve and put the convertible into the lake. I still feel bad that my brother drowned.