George Cedric Bieker
Him.
I see a man filled with joy. He walks down the highway solemnly, grinning from ear to ear. He wears the wrinkles of age and there is a leatheriness to his skin that bears of untold travels. Our eyes meet as strangers pass and there is a lightness to his sky blue eyes. A vividness, a spark, a glimmer that you find only in moments.
He speaks loudly and confidently as with an age-old friend. His mannerisms full of fervor and of joy. His words are met with sincerity, and w
