Sessions at The Bike Preserve

Albert walked in wearing his Army surplus jacket and a scruffy beard that made him look like Fidel.

It always was interesting to see what people did when they walked into the Bike Preserve. Albert was on a mission. He wanted to lend a hand. He asked whether he could take down a Boston fern and clean it up. He worked on it outside the front door sitting on the shaky old white wooden chair by the sidewalk along University for the next few minutes. When he finished, he grabbed the next one, cleaned it up and then the last one. When he was done, he asked whether it was OK to play the Silvertone Aristocrat. 

To be continued...