Thursday, August 07, 2003

Mission One Of Vacation: Beers With The Mayor

When I was a little kid say thirty years ago or so, my parents and our neighbors would play volleyball on the back lawn during summer weekends. The games got pretty heated, even though the teams were makeshift. One Saturday, neighbor George sprained his ankle while playing and retreated to the sideline. His teammate, the Mayor, yelled at him: "Goddammit George! I don't care how much it hurts - you gotta play with pain!"

So George limped back into the game and proceeded to sprain his other ankle. He had to be taken to the emergency room.

When recently reminded of this story, the Mayor smiled softly and said: "He spent the rest of the summer on crutches."