Pete figured,
Needed an electric bike,
He asked me to look it up and the closest place and the best price he could get,
I didn’t want my young friend who is 2 years younger than me to have to be on a motorized bike to ride 8 miles both ways at 64,
Thought his transportation worries would be over he had inherited his mother is little green Geo,
Then his son Wade’s truck perished,
Pete and Wade own the old black mold field trailer that Pete lived in here at the park,
Pete figured his youngest son needed the car more than he did,
So is open hand like open heart filled with love he surrendered his mother’s car to his son Wade,
My car needs $1,300 worth of work there’s no money for that so that I can work so I drove for Pete and my neighbor Teresa,
Teresa’s going blind in an eye,
So for a year I drove for them both ,
My car still needs work so that I can work so I can every night and day instead of a fraction of a handful a month,
I know wealthy never have enough and of course starve welcome to America!
Last week after just a few weeks being in his new home trailer 16 the third trailer here in a park without black mold actually he’s probably only two my friend died!
Pete had been on oxygen for 6 months,
I have found that oxygen kills,
I shall forever miss,
My friend,
Peter,
Val Whitewolf 