Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for October 25, 2017

You go Sandra! Head for Ballard Hill.

You never outgrow the Radio Flyer.

Sandra reminds me of so, so many daredevils residing on Ballard Street. Of every stripe and species.

That really can’t be good for her sciatica. She’ll be over Dr Bonecracker tomorrow.But I am impressed, she doesn’t have training wheels on that thing.

Boy…the memories that brings back. A toy football helmet, a pillow belted to my torso and my best friend Ricky launching me on my Radio Flyer down that crazy-steep hill determined to break the sound barrier. I think back now with amazement that I survived childhood. I guess I still have that streak in me though because a few years ago I took one more dive out of a perfectly good airplane for my 60th birthday and as I close in on 70 I must admit I’m considering doing it again.

So come on and take a free ride, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh.

I wondered why Sandra wore her dresses so long….

and now I know.

She really ought to try wearing jeans for her daredevil stunts…

but as her hairstylist, trying to talk her into a style from the last quarter of the 20th century….

never mind the 21st….

I think it’s a lost cause.

She did tell me she’d given up trying to ride her bike sidesaddle. Phew!

PS….

I had a Radio Flyer in the recent past, in fact, until just last summer…

I rescued it from being thrown in a dumpster, about 20 years ago…. something Agnes would do…

no longer shiny, a little rusty here and there,

but then again, so am I.

I didn’t use it to race down Ballard Hill…. or especially not the really steep Cherry Street hill…

I never even sat in it.

I used it for carrying bags of garden soil, moving a slew of potted seedlings at one time, stuff like that.

And then last year somebody came into my tiny yard and stole it!

Couldn’t they find a newer one to steal?

Sniffle.

I so miss the ability to post photos.

http://www.impactlab.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/radio-flyer-car.jpg

It’s all downhill for Sandra Stallings ! She’s made her famous parsnip wine- an overly-abundant amount of this year’s vintage. Since no one else will drink the cra…er…potent potable, she is forced to sample it, herself. Unfortunately, Sandra’s sip,sip,sip, suddenly starts to shift to slug,slug,slug,…then slurp, slurp, slurp…hic….such a slippery slope !

Found an old Radio Flyer at a garage sale and bought it for no good reason except to have one again.Real steel.

What are all those brown things flying off behind her? :)

I hear she’s planning to jump Snipe Gutter.