The town I live in has one of the best outdoor skateboard parks in western Canada. Kid's chew it from time to time (an expression which I'm told means plow their faces into the cement) or take the skin off various body parts. Guess what? THEY STILL GO!

I get tired of seeing kids live in a world where what they have left by the time they are teens is the ability to watch TV, follow the herd and stay SAFE.

Now the park has rails that the kids do things on with their bicycles. They slide along the rails on some doodad that is attached to the rear axle. And guess what? Sometimes there is a broken bone or two. The kids get their friends to sign it and the derringdoo of the feat they tried to perform but screwed up gets written into the annals of local legend.

I once, despite dire predictions of death or permanent disfigurement, rode a bike with no brakes down Atwater hill in Montreal. Made every light all the way to the bottom. Friggin' near burned a hole through my right sneaker (running shoe) when I had to stop. I was the envy of my friends until two days later when Alan walked over the arch of the bridge that spanned the canal connecting Verdun and Ville Emard. His glory lasted for about week. Than Sandy overshadowed his feat by . . . .

Anyway, have a good evening all.

PS Last I heard both Alan and Sandy are still kickin'.