All in life
Chester is a well-put-together dude - sharp and tight, dressed black and white, he’s sophisticated, overconfident, athletic, extroverted, smart - a classic Alpha.
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Eviscerated by 34 people before me, the carcass is now mine with instructions to return it to the earth it came from, and broken bodies are dominating my awareness right now.
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in those first seconds after impact, don’t move. Take a ten-count to re-collect your awareness, then go through a quick self-assessment starting with the head: does it hurt? Vision OK? Still got teeth? Didn’t bite through your tongue again, did you?
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The pleasant woman and I introduce ourselves and shake hands. I am friendly, but can’t quite say, “Nice to meet you.” “Fascinated to meet you,” would be more accurate, but I don’t say that either because the situation is already weird enough.
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“I’m scared of needles”, I tell her. “I’ll use a small one”, she says.
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The sorting crew works all summer, picking out out the Playboys from the National Geographics ...
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It was one of those “Oh S#!T” moments. I knew right away I had made a mistake and wished mightily to be able to rewind the last two seconds of my life.
When Gramma said, “I’ve made some potato salad”, the proper response was, “I’ll be right over”.
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An identity crisis is nothing that a new bike can't solve.
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We don’t do a lot of entertaining - partly because we’re a couple of quiet introverts, and partly because it’s awkward asking our guests to listen to each other use the bathroom.
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I climbed into the same Chevy Suburban that my wife had disappeared in an hour earlier. We turned onto a dirt road directly behind the convenience store and climbed a steep hill.
The crowd at the counter spills out the door and into the street making it nearly impossible to get in or out, but with their mix of English banter and Italian insults, the red shirts keep the line moving so nobody has to wait very long.
The last call in that two-hour span came at 3:22 p.m. After that, it’s likely that he lost interest, and just as likely that he was too drunk to operate the phone.
Will today be the day I set a new personal record? I’ve already walked the route, assessing the conditions - noting the obstacles. The weather is good. I’m hydrated. I like my chances.
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The stoplight ahead turns red and I’m saved for a moment. We stand there, each one exaggerating our nonchalance, trying not to breathe too heavy or lean on the bike as a sign of weakness.
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It is a universal truth. Maybe it is the universal truth. It transcends religion and supercedes science. It’s truer than a natural law because you don’t have to learn it or prove it.
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I remember wondering why adults moved so slowly, and then I became an adult and I lost the run, too. The run just atrophied away like playing the piano and remembering grocery lists and other things I used to be able to do.
