Here is the original story from the front page of the Austin American-Statesman of March 24, 1981. Scans of the original article are here.

Six-year-old bicyclist goes 25 miles as uneasy rider

By Terry Box
American Statesman Staff

Six-year-old Peter Frouman got to ride home Monday in a Department of Public Safety helicopter. He earned it.

The lanky, sandy-haired student at Pleasant Hill Elementary School left his home in Southeast Travis County Monday for a bike ride, got lost and ended up 25 miles away in Lytton Springs, sunburned, tired and hungry.

"I was very surprised he got that far," said Peter's mother, Ruth Frouman of 9106 Nuckols Crossing Road. "He's never done that before. Never. I had only given him permission to ride in front of the house.

Frouman said she last saw her son riding his second-hand Schwinn about 11:45 a.m. Monday.

Erline Adkins of Lytton Springs picked him up at about 4:30 p.m. near US 183, southeast of Austin.

"I knew a child that young shouldn't have been out on a bike by himself that close to the highway," Adkins said. "I asked him what he was doing and he said he went for a bike ride, got lost and had been riding and riding and riding." Frouman said her son went to a carnival in Austin with his father Sunday and the boy apparently decided to ride his bike to the carnival, near Municipal Auditorium, or to his father's home.

When Peter had been gone for more than an hour, Frouman began searching the neighborhood and called the Travis County Sheriff's Department.

Adkins said she noticed Peter riding on FM 1185 as she was going home from work in Lockhart and later saw him near U.S. 183.

Adkins took the boy to Webb's Country Store in Lytton Springs and phoned Caldwell County Sheriff Kenneth Reed.

Reed picked him up and at that moment Reed heard the missing child report on his radio.

"I drove him to the county line where they picked him up in the helicopter and took him home," Reed said. "He was happy as a lark."

His mother wasn't.

"He's not going off this property for a month," she said, "We're not going to keep his bike. We're going to take it part or sell it. He's just not mature enough for it yet."

¡No seas tan boludo, boludo!

Isidoro Blastein
Por mirar el otoño Perdía el tren del verano
Usaba el corazón en la corbata
Se subia a una nube,
Cuando todos bajaban.
Su madre le decía: No mires las estrellas para abajo
No mires la lluvia desde arriba
No camines las calles con la cara,
No ensucies la camisa;

No lleves tu corazón bajo la lluvia,que se moja
No des la espalda al llanto
No vayas vestido de ventana
No compres ningún tílburi en desuso.
Mirá tu primo el recto
Que duerme por las noches.
Mirá tu primo el justo
Que almuerza y se sonrie.
Mirá tu primo el probo
Puso un banco en el cielo,
Tu cuñado el astuto
Que ahora alquila la lluvia
Tu otro primo el sagaz
Que es gerente en la luna.
-Tienes razón ,mamá- dijo el boludo.
Y se bebió una rosa.
-No seré más boludo

I was greatly today saddened to hear of the passing of Ann Richards. Texas has lost one its icons and heroes. Ann and her hair and everything about her was legendary and larger than life. I am a very cynical person and it's not often I have a kind word to say about a Texas politician but Richards was special.

I've never forgotten the time my father and I met Governor Richards near 7th and Congress back in the early 90s. We had just had lunch and Ann was on her way to the same place. She was so friendly and took time to chat with us for a few minutes.

Apparently someone named Bono, who spends most of his time riding around in giant rubber duckies with someone named The Edge, wearing $1,800 sunglasses everywhere he goes, thinks the solution to African poverty is music. And not just any music, but his own brand of hypocritical and insipid pop music. Together with contemporary, Bob Geldof (who, on a daily basis, snorts up enough money to feed the entire Sudan), two incredibly rich assholes organized a group of white rock bands to play a series of massively expensive concerts in London to raise "awareness" of the problems in Africa. If that isn't bad enough, it seems to have worked: what does it say about our world when someone with only one name addresses the UN, is named one of Time Magazine's Men of the Year, is given awards by Portugal, and has the ear of the Pope? Actually, that makes more sense now that I think about it. Still, what does it take to make them realize that this choad is doing nothing but capitalizing on the plight of real people in order to sell records?

A Bush cut-up by Chris Morris.


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