Actually, I can’t say there was anything to come down from but the day’s been as quiet as I always imagine the sleepy city sidewalks on which Kristofferson/Cash saw a kid kicking a can and not much else.
Not entirely true, I guess. I got my three miles in along Kavanaugh as the early morning vanguard of the Little Rock Marathon shuffled past the 13-mile mark. A nasty day, but no chance of heat stroke. And the crowd of runners was impressive.
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