They should be everywhere

Today when I think, “they should be everywhere,” I’m recalling the big three-wheel trikes that old ladies used to pedal around St. Petersburg. This was a standard mode of transportation. I don’t remember seeing old men plodding down Pinellas Point Drive with a tennis hat to challenge the white hot sun, a brown paper bag in the basket behind the wide seat, and a fluorescent flag pole topped by a pom pom fingering the breeze.

I must be getting old because now, I really want one of those big three-wheeled trikes.