Nice workStory time. The third photo is one of my students I happened to see when I was going down the road to the old mill to take photos. When I stopped to talk to him I noticed a bike that looked just like my neighbor’s bike, and I’d know, I gave it to her.
I went and took my photos and came back and stopped again and he wanted to ride the bike. I let him and then looked at the suspicious bike again and came home. I asked the neighbor (a 3rd grader) where her bike was, she told me where she left it and I already knew it wasn’t there.
I went back to that house (not the greatest part of town) and just walked in the yard and told the guy on the porch “I’m getting my neighbor’s bike.” He acted surprised there was a bike there and really played it up. I just put it in my truck and took it back to the neighbor. Sigh.
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