The other day I was running five miles at Fresh Pond. I was lost in thought about running form, disappearing into the motions, when a woman startled me. She said, “Good job.” I was jolted back into reality for a moment. It was the first time anyone had commented on my stance since way back when. The first summer I moved to Cambridge I was walking back from a newspaper meeting at B.U., on the footpath by the Charles River, and a strange man said that I had a determined gait. Now a woman was telling me, out of nowhere, that I was running well. Several miles later it occurred to me that she may merely have been talking to her little white schnauzer… “Good dog.”
NEWS IN BRIEF: Chris said I can’t wear grey socks at work anymore; this upsets me. Fitzcarraldo is a film I enjoyed very much. The Davis Square Hollywood Express (home of the Werner Herzog Director’s Section) is closing July 26th… they gave me a coupon today for ten free rentals at the Porter Square branch. The elephant watering can I purchased at the hardware store in Inman Square for three dollars. I have finished the first of three weeks at work, sans day off. Feeling good.
Snorkel, the watering can and your hat are very good. Very good indeed. The gait on the other hand is practically a moon-walk. Very very spectacular.