Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Training for the Manchester Marathon

It was 8:00 in the morning, 65 degrees, perfect blue sky, birds chirping, and I was a few miles into my 20 mile run for the day, when I ran by a man of the streets. I said good morning to him and then thought about what I had said. When i got down the road I started laughing because I had to get home and draw this comic.

It's still a great accomplishment!

I saw the highlights of historical hit and thought it sure would be nice if the"fan" that recovered the ball gave it back. No no, didn't sell it back or put it on eBay but sent it back to Barry with a simple not saying thanks. I would like to think that is what I would do but who knows...