Notes written on a 59th wedding anniversary card that I’ll never get to give . . .
If you are a fat person, this column is for you. If you are offended at being called fat, do something about it. But before you get ticked off and quit reading, bear with me a little bit longer. You might find it’s worth it.
Let me tell you about my Saturday.
It began with heading to the office a little earlier than usual. That’s because I had to be in Atlanta, Ind. by 9:30 a.m. and I wasn’t entirely sure you could get there from here.
Why was I going to Atlanta, Ind. early on a Saturday morning? Good question. It’s one I kept asking myself over and over. You see there was a 2.5 mile “fun run” beginning at 10 and the oldest and I had agreed to run in it.
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