“When I would see you at the Fruit Basket for breakfast?” I asked the old man with a cane. I was just a kid (again) with thoughts of riding around old Madera on my bike.
The monthly travelogue from the-ever itinerant Maderan, Leon Emo.
My meandering with dogs started when I was a youngster growing up on the corner of Dellavalle and Rush streets.
Finally, school was out. It was mid-June, and I would be a big senior at Madera High when classes started again. It was time for summer fun. We dragged main (Yosemite Avenue) all day.
My gal and I have done a lot of meandering while searching for old west history.
After a restless night I peered out the window into the darkness of early morning, anxiously awaiting my ride.
While prostrate in my hospital bed earlier this year, barely able to move, many memories of places, people and adventures floated through the mind.
A few years back we meandered back to my old and last U.S. Army stomping ground at Fort Hood, Texas.