And don't do....... witness the running back in the open field... 71 yards of daylight between he and the end zone..... tackled from behind... "Unhook your trailer! You an embarrassment!"
And of course, the big old DH thrown out (easily) on a double play ball.. "We don't mind you carrying the piano on the way to first base, just don't stop and play it."
Driving. Color me very old school... I don't like to drive fast. My buddies, all, have these stories "yeah, remember when we had that (enter old car here) and we went to (enter road trip here) and we got it up to (enter a really stupid mph speed in excess of 100 here).. Nomme. I'm not really sure if I've ever driven 90, fact.
"Life is like a ten speed bicycle.. most of us have gears we've never used." Charles Schulz
There's the semi frantic, semi scolding "What do you have in your mouth?" speed of an escaping toddler.
"Going like 60" for fans, former students, admirers of our teacher Bonita Allen. Weekends are speedy. Lifetimes are speedy. Speed is good/bad. On Valentine's Day, should we run, exceed the speed limit to Piggy Wiggly to be first in line to grab the $14.99 dozen roses..... or, should we take our time... stop and smell them, then get in line?
Cheetah's run 59 mph. Band camp. Grew up two houses from the President's house at a small, Liberal Arts College... the at-that-time College President.. would pull up in a car (a few doors the other way) driven by... ahm, I think like his secretary or something, dunno, mighta been the gal who did his pedicures... jump' out in his jogging suit, sweat band on his head.. (which was purposely soaked).. run past our house and 'finish' his 'long jog' running home to his wife. Speed, as in pulling a fast one.
Planes Trains and Automobiles. Superman. In spitea Looney Tunes, coyotes actually out-pace roadrunners every time.
Fast talker. In the blink of an eye. Get a move on. At the drop of a hat. In one fell swoop. Like a bat out of hell. Make it snappy. Pedal to the metal. Lickety split.
Speed has it's place, fer sure. As we age, I find anyways, speed ain't so important. If, on foot and I arrive at the checkout lane at the same time as a snotnose (or, even a bit older than a snotnose) its, "You go ahead, I'm retired.. in no hurry." Don't make me out to be a saint cause if we're at 2-lane Mickey D's drive thru, it's GAME ON as to me getting to Window #2 faster'n the other lane driver.
Go Speed Racer. It only takes me a minute ten to nuke a hot dog. Mr. Foreman's grill cooks me up a medium well steak (both sides) in 7 minutes. The ONLY time I run anymore is usually at Wally.. when 'uh oh' happens and in a millisec' I detect whether the fronta the store or backa the store john is closer.
"Speed is irrelevant if you're going in the wrong direction." Mahatma Gandhi
I'd much rather slow dance. Take the backroad. Listen to others (vs the open mouth, insert foot). We, Libertyites, lost a good friend yesterday. It was expected. Still, too fast. Thank your for your thoughts, but please, no 'sorry for your loss' (which of course would be nice of you,but not needing said)..as, it was a loss to many, particularly to one of the most loyal families we've ever witnessed.
Slow down, you move to fast. Got to make the morning last. (and afternoon, night, day, week, month, year, yada)
There's no getting around tears sometimes. That's what speed do.
Love, Victurd
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