Running Down Town
Response
to comment [from a Christian]: "Just a fun
thread, take it where you like. I'm
going to start with a memory of running
downtown with my father when I was ten or so
to a plating business and being impressed by
the pickling tanks full of acid. Also,
I remember running downtown with my mother
to the dentist in the late sixties and early
seventies and the way she'd lock the car
doors when we went through the darker
sections of town."
I run in Queens.
