I don’t want to write about the Coldplay concert. Everyone involved is, no doubt, now entering a very difficult time relationally, emotionally, and professionally.

So, I’m going to write about something else.

When I was somewhere between the ages of eight and eleven, my sister, some friends, and I rode our bikes to the Wegmans in Henrietta, New York. This was a big deal because we had to cross a highway to get there...

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