Free Bird

“Come here!”  I tell my son for the seventh time as I try to grab his arm.  He is all wet from swim class and easily slips through my fingers. 

“Ahhhhhhhhhh” he squeals as he runs laps around the locker room with nothing on, but a smile.  An older lady in a bubble gum pink swim cap applies her lipstick at the mirror and my son pummels into her.  “Naked as a jay bird,” she laughs.

His sheer joy is infectious and I’m smiling at this art in motion.  Perhaps that’s the stuff behind the Naked Mile.  Leave it to college kids to make tradition out of racing, I mean streaking, a mile at midnight.  I knew a couple that met racing that mile and went on to get married happily ever after. 

“Poppa, how did you and Grandma meet?”  I suggest a short and concise answer.

And “no”, I have not run that mile and there are no pictures.

~ by drea on June 13, 2008.