He ran faster than the others, was more intense, was smaller, and yet strangely muscular in elementary school. He chased me, I wouldn’t let him catch me. He lost interest. I was sad.
55 years later, he appeared on the corner of 5th and Main, I was protesting, he was protesting the protest!
There is a story here, Through this bizarre playground ritual of boys chasing girls, I was learning some early hard lessons of the strange connections between liking, lusting, loving, and courtship in Ellensburg…, and I will write it, soon.