If you’ve known me since childhood, then you know I’m only half a Mike. The other half is my brother the incomparable Mike George. He was by far the better Mike, which is why I just copped out and went by “Bolds” since way, way back. Now the better Mike is our newest guardian angel, and I pray that I can hold down my half here in the physical plane in a way that honors our collective mindframe.
Two days after I got my first car in 2008 (a red Dodge Neon), I drove from Pittsburgh back to Philly to scoop Michael Georgeso we could go up to NY and visit our beloved Syreeta Lockett. Definitely one of the most spontaneous yet rewarding journeys I’ve ever taken, as every adventure with Mike was filled with priceless laughs, wisdom, and deep conversations. He was an A1 road dog for real.