Big Daddy goes biking every Saturday and Sunday morning in the wee hours with his buddies. They ride fast. Big Daddy likes fast. Makes him feel like he’s not a geezer. Like he’s got some gas in the tank and some man in the manhood. When he comes home, he thumps his chest and says “Did 42 miles today.” Wow, I say back. I doubled that at Target.
I rarely hear him leave as I’m still dreaming away about distributing my Lotto win. When I get up, though, the coffee is made and ready for some sippin’ along with some newspaper reading. When I went to let the cat in this morning, this was by the front door.
Those would be Big Daddy’s underpants. Either he was in a hurry to get into his bike gear and out the door or Jesus has called him home.