This morning I ran to Washington's Crossing for a history lesson, jogged up the towpath a couple miles and back, then plopped myself in a parking spot to save it for Karen and Adam. George drew a large crowd this year.
That's George, in the boat just leaving port. They paddled upstream before drifting downstream. Here's a closer look.
When I look back thirty years
I wonder how I got here.
I did not expect my future,
I did not plan it.
I knew the dreams I had were fiction,
professional basketball player,
Supreme Court justice,
father of six or seven.
My short-term goals were something less,
chosen just before each gentle turn
I charged with focus down the line.
Then something happened,
I shifted right, then left, then right again,
and I landed exactly
where I wish I had dreamed
I would be today.