Posted on June 15, 2006 in Gyms
A short, hunched scion of Scotch-Irish roots needled some other guys about not doing their full workout. When he turned around, I saw that he had a flat face and a broad grin made all the stupider by the fact that he wore his baseball hat backwards. Later, after I showered and went home, I passed him on the exercise floor. I straightened up my spine and pushed my shoulders back. OK, Spanky, I thought. This you can’t have.