Here are the Sons of Skippy. Say "hello" next time you're in the parking lots downtown! Click here to return to the blog.
Frances (or, to be a "son" of Skippy, would it be Francis?) has a droopy bike rack. But it doesn't reallymatter...with his airless tires and rust-coated chain, he won't be hauling anything soon.
   
The son of Skippy we call Charley may be down, but he's not out. His seat is bleeding stuffing at an amazing rate, but he's clung to life for many months now.
   
Even if Jeanne's tires and chains didn't render her inoperable, the lack of a seat would make it a pretty painful ride!

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