This being basketball country, as kids we always liked to jump up and touch things with our hands: branches, ceilings, girders, you name it. It showed we had reach and hops.
So I wasn't all that surprised when, this afternoon, as I raced against an apparently onrushing thunderstorm (which in fact passed us by) over to Weaver St to get my normal afternoon coffee, a 60ish woman, thinking nobody was looking, bounced up a little bit to touch her head to a banner hanging down over the sidewalk, advertising some kind of seafood for sale. The urge to show hops does not die easily in these parts.
Friday, May 06, 2011
Jumping up
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