No such thing as a journalism friend. Just vultures awaiting your misfortune so they can sell papers. Unless you have a dog that wanders away and then makes it across three states in a snowstorm for a tearful reunion. Yeah. That one.
Back playing the body doesn’t work mambo. A day of mufflers falling off and false starts and people who refuse to call a phone number with a Phoenix area code led to a late-night run. But I’ve got three or four cylinders not firing, and I think I only have a four-cylinder to begin with. So 4 miles (12:35, 13:53, 15:43, 16:13) on the bay. Highlight: Jazz band of old guys playing at Cole Park. Lowlight: Jazz band of old guys playing at Cole Park.