and a woman rode by on a bizarre looking bike. as she was coming toward me, i mentioned that it looked fun, riding this contraption. when she was fairly close, she said that it was, but that she was sad.
i was curious and i asked her why she was sad. she stopped riding this bike and i came towards her.
she stated she was sad because she was remembering an uncle who died a year ago, at the age of 89. his wife is 90 and is not in great health at the moment. she went on to say that it was her uncle and aunt who had raised her due 