Pictures can be deceiving, for even though I won the 440-yard-race in this picture, I was s-l-o-w. This picture doesn’t tell you it was the slowest heat. The only way to explain the win was the advantage from the functional, feathered, aerodynamic hair. If I’d had the pretty mane that the girl behind me was sporting I could never have won -- too much resistance.
All this to say spring sports have begun . . . and I feel such relief I no longer participate. Jog Jane, jog.