Party Politics — Watch Where You’re Going

Or you will crash — I promise

The author (l) and his brothers riding Schwinns & wearing homemade pants, July 4th, 1973

When I was growing up, we lived on a quiet street on a hill. My best friend’s house was across the street and up the hill a couple of houses. It wasn’t far and the hill wasn’t nearly as steep as I remember.

But in my little kid eyes, the hill was steep and long. To ride my bike to his house, I would always get a run…