My Son Begged Me To Take A Picture With That “Scary Biker Man”
I yanked my five-year-old son Ethan’s hand so hard he stumbled when he pointed at the old biker in the gas station parking lot and loudly announced, “Mommy, I want a picture with that man!” The biker looked exactly like trouble – leather vest covered in patches, wild gray hair past his shoulders, thick beard, … Read more