35 years after my father died I discovered that my father had fallen in love
with European style bikes when he was in Europe during the second world war.
It explained why, when I was 10, he had given me a thin-tired Royce Union
bike when all my buddies had fat-tired Schwinns. I hated the bike then, but
today I love that he had given me that bike. When my father died I got rid
of a lot of his possessions...it was 1966, I was full of anger, yadda yadda.
Keep some of his things, Aldo, just because they were his things. I wish I
had. I really appreciated your piece.
Art Smith
Phoenix