as i ran down the edge of a very snowy bowery street this dawn, a man in an old, red pontiac - refusing to move to the center of the road - made the cuckoo sign as he plowed on by.
i laughed.
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"If you can find meaning in the kind of running you must do to stay on my team, then you may find meaning in another absurd past time... life." -Bill Bowerman in Without Limits
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