Tuesday June 11th, 1996.
Old man, canoe settled in the middle of the lake.
“Bet you think a seventy year old man couldn’t do
A hundred pushups in the middle of a cnoe, now do ya?”
I stand, my dog at the end of leash, both of us stare.
Before I can even evoke a simple response, he continues,
“I’ve been in the circus since I was fifteen,” he yells.
“What!? You don’t believe me?
I’m gonna put this canoe on my van, that’s my van over there.”
A woman jogger passes me as I walk slowly to my car.
I greet her and in the distance hear the old man start up.
“Bet you think a seventy year old man –“
TEXT_Michael Weems
