Monday, July 25, 2011

Sweaty palms

Yesterday I was enjoying a solo meander on a quiet country road when a state police car, bristling with power and authority, turned off a side street and fell in behind.  Even though he was following at a respectful distance, the whole vibe immediately changed.  For the next five miles it was like being a kid in the same room with my conservative A-type Boston surgeon 'suffer no fools' father; I know I'm not doing anything wrong right now, but what if he knows about that other thing?...

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