Thinking about ice and remembered the story of Albert Fogg, who showed up at Town Meeting much to the surprise of Hebron town folk. Albert lived on the other side of the lake, had no near neighbors, didn’t drive, and even if he did, the road was bad.
“How’d you get here?” they asked Albert.
“I come across the ice,” he said.
“Albert,” the town folk said, shocked, “that ice is awful thin and punky. How’d you dare walk across?”
“Well,” he said, “I made myself as light as I could and walked right along fast.”
Which is what I do in the mornings when I weigh myself to see how much fatter I am then yesterday: I make myself as light as I can then walk right along fast downstairs to breakfast.
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