TRAVELS OF DELORIS KOAN | At an old bus pole a son and a mother’s souls commune

My much-loved mirthful mate Gerald Berlyn loves to answer the phone: “It wasn't me, I was not there, I wasn't near the place.” But on Sunday there was no pleading the fifth. He was there, it was him, and he actually took Deloris and I to the very place. Biker Sundays can be burns to restaurants in great locations where the next picture posts are burgers and beers.