I got up at six and walked for an hour with my dog Foley.  I ran a little bit but mostly walked.  Barefoot, of course.  Later in the day, after work, I ran from the house to the swim club and swam with my wife and youngest daughter.  Lovely Nashville cool weather.  Quite unusual and wonderful.  Every day, another neighbor musters up the nerve to ask me just exactly what it is I am doing, running and walking around Hillsboro Village in my bare feet—and usually with no shirt.  I guess that’s a faux pas to a polite Southerner.  I ought to know, but I guess I’m from lower Alabama…

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