September held the birthday of a good friend, Raptorman. A couple of years back, Raptor gave up in his fight against depression. This week, I'm remembering him and his crazy ways. Happy birthday, man... Sorry it took me so long.
http://www.behindbarsmotorcycle.com/...the dogwood tree was white with blooms. Occasionally a petal would drip to the ground before its time, but most blooms would hold on for weeks, choking the world with pollen. The Honda (1978 CB550K) sat under that tree, its green tank sickly yellow with the tint of pollen. The Mazda in the driveway was the color of mustard on bread, jaundice. Soon the blooms would fall from the dogwood, heavy and white, then pile around the wheels of the Honda, like drifts of snow, eventually turning brown and melting away...
