In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"It's 7:30 p.m. and I sit on the couch of my cold, weather-beaten trailer with my peanut butter and jelly sandwich in hand, and Joey, my kid brother, sitting at my feet. It's March and our parents died last December, right before the holidays' They were out Christmas shopping for Joey's "big" gift. They found his new green and blue mountain bike tangled in the mess, which later, they confirmed was their car. Life just hasn't been the same without extra laughs and hugs. Somehow, Joey has been handling it better; he has baseball to keep his mind busy."
"Dreams of Bicycles and Baseball,"
The Angle: Vol. 2004
, Article 7.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2004/iss4/7