A Good Friend of Batesville
This post is the oddest blog post to write because I do not know a lot of history and I am only left to speculate and assume some of this story - a story that I am now a bigger part of than I ever thought I’d be. I guess now would be nice to throw in my “Allen-ism”, and that is: don’t let facts get in the way of a good story. I’d love for you to add or bend my story. Some of you may remember a man in a baseball cap riding a bike around the side streets of Batesville behind the Middle and Intermediate Schools in the 80s and 90s. My only brief memory is a middle aged man with a big smile and an even bigger wave on a big bike with a big basket in the front, riding so slowly near 2nd Street - treating the buses as if the kids aboard were in a parade after school. His smile - so big and bright. Seemingly not a care in the world. I can remember seeing him several times over my bus riding years. But if you talk to others - this was a daily occurrence for the man. I remember thinking he had