Just got back from a run with my old noontime running
buddies. Now that I am retired I make it a point to join them about once a month for a run.
It was a time of catching up, of Olympics talk, of home improvements, of families.
And I gave each of the guys a gift: a DVD copy of Brokeback Mountain. Some years ago when the bride and I saw the movie, I told the guys how much I liked it. Ever afterwards, they teasingly busted me about gays every chance they got. And believe me, there were plenty of opportunities, as I always went out of my way to defend gay and lesbian rights.
So now they have their very own copy. And I feel better than James Brown.