Lucky Me

New Years Eve 1986.

I was riding my Yamaha 650 through a snowstorm.

Approaching Houston and 2nd Avenue the light changed to red.

I skidded through the intersection excepting the worse. Cars crisscrossed my path. I stopped against the curb.

A 9th Precinct cop said, “Damn you were lucky.”

“That I was.” “Where you Headed?”

“Home to 10th Street.”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

He was right.

I was lucky.

But if anyone was luckier in life, it was Indian Larry.

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