Chapter 41
HARRY CANARY WAS A skinny guy from Cleveland. He had been a messenger for ten years. He loved alleycats and was working toward his third checkpoint when he cut a corner too sharp. His bike slid from under him, and he fell and scraped his knee. Blood oozed from the gash, but he got up, and was back on his bike, and headed to his next checkpoint.
Another checkpoint was an eight-foot metal bust of Martin Luther King Jr. in the park of the same name. Linda Lou from Lightning Messengers in Buffalo was the first to stop at this checkpoint. Harry Canary was close behind. His leg had dried blood on it. At this checkpoint, several riders fought with the checkpoint person over how quick he signed their manifest. They threatened to “teach him a lesson later.” No one was sure who had made
