Stick it to the man: Walk!

I don’t think chiropractors exist in Paris.  At least I haven’t seen any.  Is it a coincidence that my back feels better than it has in years?  Walking cures all ailments.  Whoever thought up the idea of a city in which you can WALK to everything was crazysmart.  Why didn’t we think of that?  A conspiracy no doubt:  Powerful chiropractic lobbyist groups are forcing legislatures to spur construction in soulless walk-free communities like Cranberry.  Common fatso, stick it to the man!  Stretch your achy breaky back and take a walk!

Yesterday we walked all day.  Highlights:  Watching three homeless men animatedly trim each other’s beards, listening to a French lady get crazymad at a cop, shopping in a zoo-like department store (How many days ‘til Christmas???), and playing in a sandbox in front of Victor Hugo’s sweetazz crib.  I thought about giving old Vic a holla, but time was ticking (for me, not Vic).  That reminds me of the time I wrote to Jesse Owens and Jackie Robinson asking them for their autographs.  Which reminds me of the time I sold Michael Jackson’s autograph for $1, a year before Thriller came out.

I bet Vic's got a sweet ride too...

Unrelated, but trust me on this one: Frenchized Chinese food sucks as bad as or worse than Americanized Chinese food.