Mock your elders (Drive day 22 minus 14 years)
Normally I’d chuckle at the antics of little boys pantomiming the aches and pains of their elders in an elaborate folk dance. But I’m rapidly becoming gimpy myself. I’m blaming it on hoisting an 80-pound dog in and out of a camper, the back-jarring road to Patzcuaro and hips stiff from folding into a bench seat hours at a time. Couldn’t possibly have anything to do with spontaneously dancing barefoot on tile yesterday…
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