Flat Tire

by Jon Waldron

The Yankee Homecoming Classic 10 miler and mosquito fest? Yeah, I’m running again this year, although I’ve been in better shape, that’s for sure. The important thing is, I’m getting a ride from Terry again. I don’t drive up there by myself any more; I always bum a ride with someone. Why? You mean I never told you the story about the flat tire and the police cruiser? Ah, it still makes me shudder after six years; and you know I think about it every time I drive up that wretched stretch of highway heading toward New Hampshire. I’ll tell you how it happened… (more…)

posted by admin in Stories on July 31, 1999

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My Search for Marathon Shoes

by Jon Waldron

The young woman helping me is very nice. If she harbors any resentment about the pile of shoe boxes next to me–seven and growing–she doesn’t show it. Eventually, I will buy one of them. It will not end my search. (more…)

posted by admin in Stories on July 9, 1999

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