Double-wide
August 30, 2005
Moseying down the sidewalk, lost in my thoughts, I heard rhythmic steps in the street behind me. I turned to see a wisp of a young lady floating along, water bottle to her lips, perhaps settling down for a leisurely morning jog. She nodded as she pulled away ahead.
After a while, I heard more rubber slapping the pavement. I again turned and found myself staring at two turnip-headed babies, comfortably snoozing away in their double-wide buggy. Pushing the buggy at a brisk jogging pace was a husky guy, bare to the waist and glistening with sweat, one hand pushing the buggy and the other holding his water bottle. I waved and asked, “How’s it going?” He waved back. “Well, OK…I think,” as he lumbered on ahead. He obviously was getting a lot more exercise than the presumed mother up ahead, not a very fair division of labor if you ask me.
I thought of the puny young boy Calamy on board the HMS Surprise, staggering along carrying a calf. His older shipmates had told him that if he carried the calf every day until the calf was grown he would become big and strong. If my buggy-pushing friend continues his jogging routine for a few more years, I may have exchanged waves with the future strongman of the world.
Or maybe they were in training for a future pair of Terrible Twos.
Dave, content to saunter along in the sunshine.
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