Like she’d lost her mind
December 13, 2012
Memories are not in order. They are like snap shots in a photo album. Here I am on the back of Kuris’s Honda. A 55. A small motorcyle that was very popular in the mid-60s.
We were bouncing along Bloor Street. Before the subway was completed. Sliding on the streetcar rails. Bopping along the cobblestone. Screaming at girls on the sidewalk. Laughing our asses off.
When I looked at the car beside us. At a red light. There was a passenger in the car screaming. Like she’d lost her mind. I yelled in Ed’s ear. He looked over.
“Look again,” he cried.
I did. It was my mother.