Riding on the Handle Bars
Mike Doyle
After leaving Grandma's house in Quincy, I got a ride on the handle bars coming down a steep hill. I fell over the front and it knocked me out. I woke up at my grandfather's house. Steve brought me there. He said my foot got stuck in the spokes, but I think he pushed me off. We always joked about that and I still believe he pushed me. This happened when Steve was 11 and I was about 8. Kids will be kids!
Steve, I will miss you and I wish Gabrielle could have met you last June. She did get a chance to talk to you on the phone-- I couldn't get the phone back because you two just kept talking away!
Love you Steve!