Dubious Quality

Leading off this week, a terrific story (and photographs): Dallas Is Unwalkable, They Said. So I Tried to Do It in One Day.
A metaphor so many things: Franz Reichelt; The Man That Plunged To His Death From The Eiffel Tower Testing His Homemade Flying Suit....

This is going to sound corny.
One of the things I've always struggled with in my life is the feeling that I never mattered. More precisely, I never did enough to matter.
I should have. I almost did, a few times. But I didn't.

I do four sets of exercise three days a week, targeting the back, shoulder, foot, and stomach.
As I've added body parts (phrasing), the exercises take longer and longer. Over an hour now.
I've grown to loathe them.

You hear interesting things in gyms, especially in Manhattan.
It took me an hour and a half to get to the gym today (NYC was having a transit meltdown this morning), but I overheard a conversation after I got out of the pool.
Someone's show was opening....