Brad and Chris Brady Lindauer
The grin on my face, brighter than the sun. The only cirrostratus looming in my life, the question: Will Brad and Chris play backyard football? Or maybe we will grab our BB guns, and shoot each other until Brad chips a tooth. What else exists, in a child’s world? Not dentist bills. Not financial analyst interviews. Not even biology homework. Nothing matters besides the infinite hope that Brad and Chris will be outside to play. My friends being outside is more beautiful than the waves of life that take you up and down. Why aren’t Brad and Chris outside to play? Why does life change? 53
