The Great Tricycle Pileup
Aug 02, 2022
3 minutes
By Steven M. Sybert
In 1951, we lived in San Francisco, on Golden Gate Avenue. The street was just a block long, and it was on a small hill. I was 5 years old at the time, and to me, this hill looked enormous. The upper half was steeper than the lower half.
For Christmas that year, Dad and Mom got me a new Murray tricycle. It sported a two-tone paint job, dark blue with white accents. This trike was big too, and I was just
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