Geno Hora looked carefully around to find just the right spot where, through the window of the Columbia City Starbucks, he’d be able to keep his eye on his bicycle.
The bike was a gift from Geno’s brother, who wouldn’t have given him a bike when Geno was on the street.
“I would have sold it,” Geno said.
Even now, if someone steals the bike, “that’s the first thing he’s going to think, that I sold it. I don’t even want him thinking that.” ...