Thursday, December 5, 2013


Even in the '70s, when only old men worked out on universal weights, and instead of treadmills, there was a running track above the basketball court, I hid out in gyms.  A space where I could rest my expectations of myself and instead experience possibilities.  Always a late night visit, just before closing, and when I was done, listening to the staff slowly shut down the place, like turning down the volume of a factory, the place getting quieter and quieter and quieter and soon I'd sit, finished, dressed, pondering on how I had gotten through the day and if I was ever going to get a chance to live my own life.