I love Utopia v 3789

Yesterday, some of the neighborhood kids decided to build Thumper a bike with training wheels. Yep. Build him. A bike. They had a frame that fit him. They had wheels with tires that just needed a wee bit of patching. A couple other kids from the block had some long-outgrown training wheels lying around. And entirely on their own, without adult prompting whatever, these eleven and twelve and thirteen year olds got together and built the bike. (With some supervision from my visiting friend Adam, who–handily–has been known to moonlight as a bike mechanic. But he just instructed. The kids did the work.)

Billy and I picked up a boatload of ice cream to thank them, and yesterday evening found our front yard filled with all of the neighborhood kids and their parents. Fifteen or so kids? And their parents. And everyone standing around talking and laughing and eating ice cream, the kids running around and playing and Thumper so very, very proud of his new bike.

I have no pictures to show you, because they would be pictures filled with other people’s children, and I have a policy not to post those. So just trust me. It was chaotic, and sugar-filled, and totally magical.


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64 Comments on “I love Utopia v 3789

  1. wow, girl, you made such a great move when you found this utopia. i can just see that little boy on his bike, watching the big kids and learning how to grow up proper. just awesome.

  2. wow, girl, you made such a great move when you found this utopia. i can just see that little boy on his bike, watching the big kids and learning how to grow up proper. just awesome.

  3. This story makes me so happy. To know that teenagers — who have every right to be surly just b/c, well, b/c they’re teenagers — are so fond of your family that they wanted to build a bike for Thumper, seriously warms my heart.

    I have to tell you: every story that I hear about something good happening in America is set in Portland. Last week I had a total, “I HAVE TO MOVE TO PORTLAND!” moment while listening to a story on NPR. I don’t know if I could move that far from the village at this stage of my life, but if I ever decide to shake things up, Portland is my Mecca.

    xo, Jess

  4. This story makes me so happy. To know that teenagers — who have every right to be surly just b/c, well, b/c they’re teenagers — are so fond of your family that they wanted to build a bike for Thumper, seriously warms my heart.

    I have to tell you: every story that I hear about something good happening in America is set in Portland. Last week I had a total, “I HAVE TO MOVE TO PORTLAND!” moment while listening to a story on NPR. I don’t know if I could move that far from the village at this stage of my life, but if I ever decide to shake things up, Portland is my Mecca.

    xo, Jess

  5. That is just awesome. Sounds like an amazing place.

    On a totally unrelated note, thanks for the words of sympathy about Kerowyn. I still miss her, but it’s getting easier.

  6. That is just awesome. Sounds like an amazing place.

    On a totally unrelated note, thanks for the words of sympathy about Kerowyn. I still miss her, but it’s getting easier.

  7. In my neighborhood people leave their trash on the streets all the time, including a ripped bag of cement that laid on the sidewalk for weeks, my husband was so infuriated by it that he finally picked it up. We need some utopia, I think! Can’t wait to see a picture of Thumper on his new bike. What a good neighborhood!!

  8. In my neighborhood people leave their trash on the streets all the time, including a ripped bag of cement that laid on the sidewalk for weeks, my husband was so infuriated by it that he finally picked it up. We need some utopia, I think! Can’t wait to see a picture of Thumper on his new bike. What a good neighborhood!!

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