From the Observer-Reporter.org - 3/22/10
by Mike Buzzelli
I realize the word somewhat is an understatement. It is akin to saying, “The architecture in Dubai is somewhat elaborate.”
Because of the inelegant lumbering, I’ve had several close calls with the grim reaper. I once tripped in the street in Paris. We were steps from the Arc de Triomphe, a busy intersection in the French city. I was staring at a bus barreling down in my direction. I was too startled to get up; so I rolled out of the path of the oncoming vehicle. I had narrowly escaped death, but my friends were too busy laughing to aid me.
In Greece, I misjudged my footing on the cliff at Cape Sounion and almost tumbled into the deep blue water. Luckily, a friend grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I would have died like Aegeus himself, tumbling into the briny depths. Aegeus’s son, Theseus, forgot to change out the black sail on the ship, leaving his dad to believe he was dead. Aegeus couldn’t bear the thought of mourning his son, so he leapt off the cliff. My death wouldn’t have been as poetic; it would be from shear clumsiness.
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