Comments: You know, he always had to be first... Riding bikes as kids, he would let me think I was 'winning'. Then he would blow me away. Far enough ahead of me to find a comfy place to sit - put his feet up - clasp his hands behind his head - and whistle... He sure knew how to rub it in in without saying a word!! Once I caught up, he would allow me the pleasure of staring him down in disgust for about 10 seconds... then he would get up, and we'd ride back to my Aunt's house. Same pace, same quiet somehow unified victory and defeat... Once we hit the driveway, that obnoxious winners grin would wash across his face, and deep inside I swore I would never ride with him again! But... the next morning.....
Memories of Lenny have been flooding my brain, and I obviously can't write them all down because this would be an endless post. His memory will be a permanent unwashable imprint on my heart, my mind and my soul.
Tout mon amour Teeter.
You cousin, Totter.
Date: 2008-03-07 14:23:17
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