When I was a young lad growing up in Ross Township, west of Pittsburgh, in the early 1940s, I wanted a bicycle. I knew my parents could not afford to buy me one because this country was growing out of the Great Depression, and money was scarce. My parents needed all of the money they had to feed and clothe the family.
One day I was browsing through the new Sears and Roebuck catalog and found a bicycle for $12. It was not a full size bike – the wheels were 20 inches in diameter while an adult bike had wheels with a diameter of 28 inches. It would be good enough for this young lad. I had some money saved and my parents gave me permission to buy this bike. I was in my glory.