|Ed and Tom|
|Ed and Porky Pig|
|Ed and Louise|
Visiting Ed and Dede is a little like a trip to Disneyland. Ed insisted that we ride on the back of his mammoth BMW motorcycle.
I am a cautious person, which is another way of saying I'm a complete coward, but I'm also easily shamed, so after some whining, I climbed aboard.
Thirty-five miles an hour through the neighborhood was plenty exciting for me, but on a road adjacent to the neighborhood he took it to 70 mph in about two seconds while I tried to stuff down thoughts of a violent death.
When he got back to Oliver Street--the street where he lives--he said, "I'm going to speed up in front of the house to scare Dede."
Dede? What does Dede have to be scared about? She's standing on the sidewalk while I'm rocketing through space clutching my skinny son.
Later, Ed made me a proposal he thought I couldn't pass up. He was wrong. He said, "I'll pay for a trip to Los Angeles and give you $500 spending money if you will go on two roller coasters at Disneyland wearing a helmet with a head cam aimed at your face."
"That isn't nearly enough money," I said. "Besides I can drive to L.A. and stay at a Motel 6 and skip Disneyland altogether.
Since I got home, he's raised it to $750.
Still not enough.
"I wouldn't do it for a million dollars," I told Tom.
"Get a hold of yourself," Tom said. "I'd parachute off the Eiffel Tower for a million dollars."
Of course, no one's made him any offers.