Kristin put time into doing a good
job on this ghost bike. She made no secret of the reason. "Charles
Shaffer was a friend of mine. He was great to play frisbee with."
Charled died near this point on this street, done in by a car
while riding his bicycle.
The bagpipes yowled a mournful tune
as we rode by. Gave the situation a spooky and reflective quality.