3272. For me that was very odd. After thirteen years of everyone thinking that I was stupid, to have somebody think that I was so smart was a novel experience.
Once the bed was finished we put the wood slats in and we put the box
spring and the mattress on. Then there was a very strange minute when
Mrs. Sweet sat on the bed, and I decided I had to leave immediately.
I practically ran out of her house. When I got outside my bicycle
waiting for me on the ground where I had left it.
At that time I loved my bicycle more than anything, and in order to
explain what had happened, or didn’t happen with Mrs. Sweet, I have to
tell you about the bicycle. My bicycle was the best and most expensive
3275. Most of my bicycles back then I had purchased for a few dollars from a bicycle parts store down on Bagg Square from a big attic room they had where they stored all the old bikes that had been traded in or damaged.