The Hilton reminds me of Misty's Mom Donna
The Radisson reminds me of our wedding night
The Lamar bridge reminds me of Bush 43 nearly getting buried in garbage
I think about Rick when I run by he and his wife's marker
I try to put myself back in time when I run across the Congress bridge
I sometimes wonder what Townlake looked like before the Pleasant Valley dam
We are the same age
When I sometimes tire of running Townlake I remind myself how fortunate we are to have such a gem in our midst
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