Almost everyday, Gold's Gym gives me that ecumenical sanctification benediction: From the time I walk out, and then enduring for almost an entire hour, I feel almost, invincibly, 17 again. This sensation slowly tapers off until I either accidentally confront a mirror, pass by an actual 17-year-old, or try to hurdle a Volkswagon. It sure is sweet while it lasts. Life is good. Just don't tempt me with a Volkswagon or bring a mirror to the party.
Loren M. Lambert © February 2, 2013
Loren M. Lambert © February 2, 2013
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