Wednesday, June 3, 2009


One bright early Tuesday morning, I was sitting in the park watching a tai chi class perform. I certainly wasn't watching it for the view, but for an article that I was going to write for a small suburban monthly.

Scribbling away in my notebook, I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I really didn't hear her approach. My train of thought was interrupted when I felt a very heavy weight on my shoulders and a cold spot on my bald head.

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