Well, I often like to talk about the old people in my neighborhood. I recently talked about Crash, the old dude I hit with my bicycle when I was 9 or some other age that I can�t fathom at the moment.
Okay, so there is this lady. Her name is unknown, but we call her Rockford, because of this red jacket she constantly wears with the word, �Rockford� imprinted upon the back of it.
She is this old lady, that goes around my neighborhood probably five times a day, riding her three wheeler.
Three wheeler? Yeah, I know. She�s such a rebel.
Every time she rides by my house on that oh so adventurous three wheeler, you just have to laugh. She rides by every single day. You don�t go a day without seeing her, you know. And always, always, she wear�s that jacket. She never takes it off. She lives in that jacket. It�s her second skin.
And you know, it�s kind of ironic that my dad almost hit her with the jeep a while ago.
Now you all know where hitting old people with transportation items comes from. Good ole� dad, giving me an awesome gene like that. I swear, one of these days I�m going to end up getting sued by an old person.
You guys probably don�t believe a word I say. Well�here�s some proof, hoe.
Man, don�t you see that inner rebel shinning through? Especially that three wheeler. It gives her an edge.
Rockford the Rebel. You go girl.
� Danielley
