Gregg Williard

March 29, 2019

Wake—Let’s Go!

We woke to the explosions and jumped on our bikes. Many of us were armed with nothing more than cardboard tubes, and rubber bands and paper clip ammo wiggled to mean barbs like our hearts. Others had sling shots and ball bearings, exploding bottles of tacks and cherry bombs, Molotov confections launched from lawn chair catapults, spray-can blow torches set off by our fathers’ regimental Zippos, […]