There are some things I don't like about California such as the governor has an Austrian accent and a wife who shares genetic coding with the notorious Kennedys and that you can never, ever find a parking spot. But I do like the mental and physical conditions of their geriatric population. Near perfect weather every day inspires the soul to blow fresh chi into aged limbs and locked joints. I see a little grannies on the boardwalk, silver hair pinned in top knots, floral house dresses reminiscent of my Nana and the biggest, whitest Nikes you ever saw.
The class instructor looks forty-five from my position in the back of the class. She has perfectly toned arms, damn her, and a surfer girl lilt to her voice and she giggles about nothing at all. She is actually sixty years old and just got back from a week swimming in Nicaragua. We go into a squat and she says, don't do this if it hurts and of course, it hurts. If I only did what didn't hurt I would just go home.
|It's Sam I am I am.|
Would you buy a used car from this Sam?