Bicycle Thieves

January 11, 2012


Our parents had just come out of a great depression and a world war. Most of their lives were described in Newspaper Headlines. And then they moved to the suburbs. What could their kids possibly get into that was as dangerous or dramatic as their own experiences growing up. My mother lived on a farm. Her father had a nervous breakdown and her mother had a physical breakdown and had to go live with her mother. My mom as a 12 year old had to take care of six kids. And a farm. My dad was pushed out of his family when he was about 15. There wasn’t enough food to go around. So he and a close friend jumped freights working for food across the country. Then joined the army. Got sent to England. And on invasion day his friend died in his arms.

It was the nineteen fifties. The suburbs. Septic tanks. Cape Cod houses. Row on row. New schools. Bullies. Mad boys. Black and white television. Aerials. Dogs running free. Pond hockey. Cigarettes. Teenage crushes. Bicycle Thieves. And death.

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