This weekend I will go through the crumbling boxes and dusty containers in my garage to locate the paperback journal that holds all my treasured words from high school. This poem got special treatment, as I recall, with my friend Susan typing it for me because she was the only one with access to the school’s prized electric typewriters. Man, do I suddenly feel ancient. I remember what the poem was about and how it was written (the two things that led to those awful accusations), but the last thing I need is to misquote myself.
In the meantime, I wanted to thank everyone for their earlier suggestions on my post-run after chills. Last night after track, I took a long hot shower right away and it helped a lot. I slept like a baby...up every two hours. Actually, I slept poorly mostly because of a very heavy workload weighing on me -- not because I was chilled to the bone all night. I am still going to look more deeply into the rhabdomyolysis and thyroid conditions “Gonzo” and Irene mentioned. And investigate the curative value of mojitos while I’m at it. It's been too long since I conducted any alcohol-related research.