We lived in the same neighborhood and spent our afternoons riding bicycles, pretending they were motorcycles.
ONE SUMMER DAY, WE SPREAD A MAP ACROSS MY PARENTS’ BACKYARD.
« Someday, we’re riding across America, » Frank announced.
« On expensive motorcycles, » Pete added.
« All four of us, » Walter said. « Nobody gets left behind. »
We shook hands.
At 13, we thought promises were easy to keep.
Then we grew up.
College took us to different cities.
We married, raised children, and built careers.
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