Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Twelve Mile Corner

Just returned from a run. It's Tuesday, Nov. 3rd at 3:07 pm as I begin typing.

Leave nothing left for the run home.

I bolted under the still opening garage doors and headed out the cul-de-sac, towards Division. Glided down the hill towards Eastman, heading North.

I hit ol' Twelve Mile Corner no more than 30 minutes after departure. The East Wind kicks like a mule.

The old corner just isn't the same. Zim's is missed. Enough nostalgia... See ya, babe.... I've got to run...

I took the long way home and cruised the side walk in front of my old haunt, the home of the Gophers. I burned across Divison into Historic Downtown Gresham.

I throttled past Srivichai... the finest Thai food in town (the pumpkin curry will tickle every part of you). Shame not to stop and say hello. I pulled the brake and skidded 'round, Big Wheel Style™. I entered the delicately spiced haven of Srivichai. José was there, peering over the counter. I spread my arms and greeted him... "Paradise!"

His face lit. Genuine friendship in his eyes. "Hamid!" bursted from the far side of the counter where José sat. He asked if I wanted a drink and refused to take payment, handing me a delicious, sweet and smooth Thai Iced Tea. Even in the cooler months, it still sips divinity in to me.

He asked if I had driven. I held up one running shoe'd foot. "I took my tennies"

Did you take the bus?

Nah, I put these on. They make me feel like Superman!

I parted with a bow and a thanks, hands in prayer on my forehead.

Home is still a mile uphill...

Hamid LMT - Massage therapist in Portland, Oregon


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