Let me share my morning journal entry for this quintessential summer morning.

Fri Jul 3 2009 7:30 AM

63, clear. I remember how it used to be on mornings like this when I left the house on Rogers Court for my morning jog, on down the hill, a right and a left and over the Curtis Creek bridge, up to the 4-way stop and on toward Good Sam and the familiar sights of Harrison Street. How I loved those easy jogs. I think to Harrison at 12th, the loop through South Park and back, was 5 miles, and that was usually followed by a long day and evening at my Quintron office.

Twenty-five years have somehow slipped by, and I now amble two short miles and am pooped by supper time. No regrets, though. God has truly blessed.

It’s good to see many joggers still frequenting Quincy streets. I hope they get half the enjoyment I did on those sunrise excursions.

Not that it was always pure peace. I remember one run where I got caught in a morning thunderstorm, complete with loud and spectacular fireworks. I came across a young woman and her terrified dog who were having a battle of it, so I jogged alongside for a while as her pooch continued to give her a piece of his mind. Finally the storm abated a bit and our paths diverged.

Dave, ex-jogger.