"she sits glowering at me like Fate in a
go-cart--"
I wonder how many members remember the go-cart craze of the fifties. I can remember hearing the go-cart races in Buzzards Bay five miles from my home in Monument Beach.

we made many a non-motorized go-cart during the mid-sixties. wooden apple or orange crates, and wheels stolen from my sister's baby-buggys. no hill was safe from us! a young boys idyll...