A real man51

I was running near my 500-metre mark on 150th Street when a young student with a tape recorder in his hand came out of his house. He was listening to music. When he saw me he said, “Happy birthday!”

I said, “Thank you!”

Then he said, “You are a real man. There are very few real men on this earth.”

“Real” means that I am a good man.

RB 596. 23 August 1982