Next Time, Jocko!

This morning around 11 AM, I strolled out of a side street onto 3rd Avenue to see, on my right, a helmeted middle-aged man on a bike barreling down the middle of the sidewalk, madly ringing his bell to clear pedestrians. Following closely behind him: his likewise-helmeted adolescent son.

"You gotta be kidding me," I said, as the pair blew past me. "You're a grown-ass man." Guy glanced over,