Karabi is wonderful. Yesterday she saw me while I was running, but I didn’t see her. She was in her car, coming back from the Queens College track. She gave a full description of what I was wearing.
After running five miles I was returning, near Main Street. According to my standard, I was going fast. But a middle-aged lady said to her friend, “His nose is running faster than his legs!”
It was true that my nose was running.
So the other lady said, “Yes, you go and join him and try to run.”
Inwardly I thanked the second lady.
In the morning what kind of appreciation I get! These people’s souls want to talk to me.
RB 517. 8 May 1982↩