Each sipping our own refreshing, frozen creation from Starbuck's, my college pal J. and I took an hour for "we" time. The two of us left work behind and walked around a lake tucked away from the busy Denver streets, soaking in this gloriously warm and sunny late October day.
And in mid-sentence, J. was charged by a rather large and seemingly angry goose. Suddenly, we were 13 again, grabbing each other's hand while running and squealing in the other direction.
I guess that foul fowl had enough of our stories.
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You should have shown that goose who was boss -- give it the "crane move" that Mr. Miyagi taught Ralph in "Karate Kid." Kick his feathered ASS!
Never mind. Mr. Miyagi's dead.
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