Okay, so I'm breathless. I'd heard of the Los Gatos Dammit Run, but my mind doesn't go there. Something bad has happened. (I'm thinking.) Why else does his blog title say "dammit run". Then I realize that's the name of the race, so Jamey's fine. Then I read "mishap"; blood pressure up a bit; then I read "SMACK". Oh my gosh; why am I just hearing about this? (I wonder.) I read on, he's fine I'm glad to hear, he met a ditch, but not a fateful stone like the one that once snapped his 5th metatarsul. Suppose he suffered from some good-natured comments from guys at work; suppose his knees are still a pretty sight, but all's well.
So, my 31-year-old son with a beautiful wife and a serious job is not washed-up, just cleaned-up.
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