Certain things have a logic for me that probably make no sense to anybody else — a cropping of Marty’s Nineteenth Cosmosaic posted on the observance of the original moon landing.
Humanity’s “First Man” and my own “All-American Boy” seem like a fitting juxtaposition.
“Forget about the knee. It didn’t happen. Get on with it. Put it behind you.”
— James D Dixon
Yesterday I was in Yellow Springs again, to observe the close of a cycle that began with the unlikely combination of an 80-mile bicycling weekend for my 66th birthday and the follow-up knee injury after Derby Day, while I was washing my truck.
OK. Now the abnormal year is behind me, and I was back at the Little Miami Scenic Trail to walk and to declare it over and done with!