October 31, 2012

Greg Won't Admit His Daddy Is Ill, Says: Daddy Is In The Hospital Getting Well

I have long legs. I am a six-footer. Walking gets to be like breathing -- you take it for granted, seldom think of the miraculous way your extremities hold you up and through a maze of coordinated nerves and muscles transport you about. Think about it. I never had before. That small, almost imperceptible movement that day was more thrilling than if I had won a 100-yard dash in the Olympics.

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