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Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, I used to run other people’s errands all day. With a brick-sized radio turned up full blast and a purple vest worn at all times. Riding on the sidewalk was forbidden. From Fremont to Georgetown. From Pier 55 to Madison Park. From East Aloha to West McGraw. Nine hours in the saddle, 55 miles on the bike. A few dollars in my pocket. Caloric output consistently exceeding caloric intake. At the end of the day a pint of beer would kick my ass.
Today I run errands for a few attorneys all day. With a cell phone as big as your land line. Riding on the sidewalk all day. From the Courthouse to 2101...and not much further. 8 hours on the clock. A couple hours in the saddle. A few dollars in my pocket. Caloric intake, yeah, yeah whatever. A pitcher of beer isn’t enough.
To all you kids taking a week off. A seven day sobriety test. A detoxifying detour from your routine. Here’s to your liver. Here’s to your kidneys. Here’s to you.
I’ll drink to that.
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