12RAY`S PLACE
I got on my bike in the morning after
receiving directions and cycled down the road to deliver the
message. Dump had to be a smart ass and start humming the music
from the Wizard of Oz witch riding the bicycle in the storm, as I
pushed off.
“You will get yours, Dump.” I said as I
peddled away.
Riding this bike sure was easier than walking
and I was at the old single wide trailer before I knew it. I was
getting off the bike and hollering “Ray!” RAY! When a balding older
guy in overhauls stepped out of the trailer and looked down at
me.
“And who might you be and what does Martha
want now?” he asked smiling and reaching out his hand.
“I am David. I take it you recognize the
bike?” I answered, laughing as I dismounted.
“That I do. Is she ok?” he asked looking at
