At a Pumpkin Festival in a nearby town, We
separated, and while crossing a street with a
crowd, I fell. Once I declared myself to be
undamaged, a few people simply picked my up
like a child --- impressive when the "child"
is 230 lbs. While my crutches were being
retrieved, I joked that my son picks me up by
grasping the waistline in the rear; a wedgie
is a great motivator. This guy with a build like
a pro wrestler looks me in the eye and declares,
"That was plan B."
Alton, who hasn't dared fall since.