Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Daily Dose


From This Old Man: All In Pieces, by Roger Angell

HOVERING KNOWLEGE

“It must be this hovering knowledge, that two-ton safe swaying on a frayed rope just over my head, that makes everyone so glad to see me again. ‘How great you’re looking!  Wow, tell me your secret!’ they kindly cry when they happen upon me crossing the street or exiting a dinghy or departing an X-ray room, while the little balloon over their heads reads, ‘Holy shit -- he’s still vertical!’“

From This Old Man

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