wheezing whizzer

That’s what I would have called it, a two-wheeled powered scooter type of toy sitting outside the coffee shop defying anyone to call it less than a grown up.

As I entered, I looked for the likely rider, a studious type kid with sunglasses and long hair, or maybe somebody having all the outward appearance of being a daredevil in the making. None of the few inside even came close to either description. So passing it off as another one of life’s incidentals, I got my coffee and settled in with an article in the latest issue of Writer’s Digest… Read the rest “A Wheezing Whizzer”