new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Oh, I hear you loud and clear, Vassilis. I once, on a very humid Buffalo day in early 90s, made it to the finish line courtesy of the Army National Guard.
The finish line? Good God,man--I was under the impression you're still what we used to call "a going concern"!
my last triathlonI came in last place&won the first-place trophy for my age group !now ?the only thing that runsisthe dribble down my leg- as fast as it can !
for whatit's worth, I used to dribble basketballs between my legsages ago, now no going concern, I stillwonder wherethose balls went.