Long strides³⁵

This morning, around five o’clock, I was running near the corner of our street. Somebody drove up to the corner, stopped and started honking. I knew that he wanted someone to come out of the building, so I paid no attention to him. I was running and running, practising short stride and long stride.

At one point he came out of the car. He was a very nice black gentleman. Finally I saw a lady come out of the building. He was telling me he would like me to teach his son how to run.

I was smiling and laughing, and telling him that I am the wrong person to teach his son.

He said, “No, your stride is pretty good.”

Occasionally I take long strides and fool people.