Biker Grabbed My Child Off the Sidewalk and Sped Away on His Harley

his popsicle and held the stick up to the biker.

“Helmet man, where do I put this?”

The biker took the stick and put it in his vest pocket without a word.

The officer went through the basics. What time, what direction, what we saw. I told him what I could remember, which wasn’t much. My son had been holding my hand. We had just bought two croissants. continue reading …