Joe, do the arc, all the way around like we talked about."The boy nodded and started on the right sideline. He shot, swished it and moved to his left....The other player caught the ball and passed it out to him. He shot and moved to his left. Another swish.Around the three-point line he went, a few feet at a time, on both sides of the line. Almost every shot went in, most cleanly, and Mike kept feeding him."Stop," yelled the teacher, when the boy reached the other sideline. "Shoot again." He did,. ’ He asked, making conversation, ‘Did you get a new bike?’ Carrie looked down at the sparkling machine. ‘Well, sort of. It’s my grandmother’s. She can’t ride it any more so I’m using it, for now.’ She patted the seat: it was in perfect shape, a real Schwinn seat in matching colors. A stupid song from years past, from the Dr. Demento show he and his goofy preteen friends used to listen to, popped into his head: ‘Life would be, oh so neat, if I was a bicycle seat…’ He smiled, then caught himself.. When she arrived she called me as to be sure it was the right place. I told her it was and to pull around the side and to park next to my car. I could hear the excitement in her voice as I went to the side door to let her inn. She was hoping up and down with excitement when I saw her through the glass door. I opened it and was greeted by the warmest most exciting kiss anyone could imagine. Her smile was so great that she could not even kiss without losing her smile. I mean she just could not. To emphasize the point the song slowed once more, and with littleaccompaniment I sang through the chorus again, telling him that hecouldn't lie to me anymore. He wasn't good enough for me. He had to go.When he refused, we ramped back up into the chorus and the power of thesong pushed him out of my life.A cheer exploded around the arena as Jason's guitar played the lastchord. I smiled once again, because this song was a lot of fun. But itdidn't compare to what was coming next. It was almost time.