12 5 / 2009
You Strange Atlantis.
This morning at about 7:30 I stood bleary-eyed and barely comprehending the world at the corner of Oak and Ashbury, preparing to cross into the Panhandle for my morning jog. As I waited for the rush of traffic to pass, a rail-thin, crazy-eyed, middle aged cyclist came mashing down Oak in the right hand lane, moving with the speed of traffic, singing the Beach Boys’ “Barbara Ann” at the top of his/her lungs. “BARBARAANN…TAAAAKE MYHAAAND!”
Of course, I had no choice but to continue the song at the top of my lungs as the light changed and I ran across the street into the park.
