Sunday, June 16, 2024
Title: "Benny's Bicycle Mishap, Jason's as well"**
Once upon a time, Benny and I were about ten years old. We decided to play cowboys on our bikes in front of the old laundromat on Main Street. Our brilliant plan involved lassoing each other off our bikes using a rope. However, our initial attempts failed miserably.
Undeterred, we put our heads together (or, as Benny would say, our "pee brains") and came up with a new strategy. Why not tie the rope to the sturdy steel railing? That way, we wouldn't burn our hands, and maybe we could finally unseat each other.
Benny volunteered to go first. As luck would have it, I swung the rope around and accidentally looped it right around Benny's neck. The rope tightened, and Benny was yanked off his bike. He flew past my grandmother's house and landed flat on his back. Panic set in—I knew we were in trouble.
Benny stood up, sporting a massive red rope burn encircling his neck. It was impossible to hide, and we braced ourselves for the consequences. Sure enough, Benny went home, and my dad received a phone call. Let's just say Benny's neck wasn't the only thing that turned bright red and sore that day.
Despite the mishap, Benny, we grew up across the street from each other. We shared countless memories. Benny, you'll be missed, and I'm certain we'll meet again someday to reminisce and laugh about our adventures—like the time the police showed up at the lake when we were in our late teens . You boldly took the cooler out into the water, taunting them to come get you and our beer...On that note I want to give my deepest condolences to the family and all his friends as well, Benny I love ya man, we'll see ya again someday rest easy my friend and God bless
