Saturday, December 24, 2016


Now that I am recuperating and licking my wounds (don't take that literally) I feel I am on my way to recovery.
Anna and I agree that I am too old to run gracefully.  My balancing body-gadget just isn't what it used to be.

Anna asked me not to run anymore.  I said I wouldn't, but left room (or loophole) for a future unknown situation that might come up:

Like, what if I suddenly have a lady's purse in my possession and a policeman is in hot pursuit?


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