A face only a mother could love


I gave up the Evel Knievel imitations.

Mom wouldn’t buy me a white jumpsuit.   Besides, flying over the stairs got old about the time my face healed up.

Time for new thrills.  I decided that rock climbing offers more potential for personal growth.  Just a man and a rock face.  Fingers and toes versus gravity.  Plus repelling looked like a blast.

But it turns out they use ropes.

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3 comments

  1. I’m left wondering what your kids think as they pose — with bruises, gashes, and other minor injuries — for pictures to appear on the blog!

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