December 23rd, 2003

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Flimsy strong ankles

I love to roller skate. I imagine that Heaven is an empty skating floor, a jukebox playing "Yellow Submarine" and a pair of sleek, wheel-limber skates.

I haven't been in years. I managed to let the local McKinney place go out of business without even visiting it. You don't know what you've got until it's gone, and all that. They paved the roller rink, and put up a skateboard park.

Ice skating is a different matter. I have the hardest time keeping my ankles straight. Those same ankles that do so well on wheels fail me when they are atop an ice-skimming blade. I am more a diesel truck than an ice cutter anyway.
I will resist the "built for comfort" blues song metaphor.

I tried to have a fistfight at a roller rink once. I used to be proud of it, but now I am embarrassed.

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