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I will never make fun of another goose – thunder storm

Today while running my second lap around a park, I approached the goose, who, on the other side of a fence, routinely stands as a sentinel, fluttering his tail feathers, threatening anyone who gets too close. I replied, “Honk! Honk!” Then I recalled the myriads of times people on my mission hollered (in the most disgusting “American” accents imaginable) “White boy!” And then I felt bad. Like I was as an elder of Israel, the goose was just doing its duty. I vow to never make fun of a goose again.

Today there was a warning on TV about a violent thunder storm. As soon as it came to town, I ran outside in my swimming trunks and had a very good time. It was wonderful.

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