From the Big Chair

When I was in college (the first time), my roommate made fun of the way I walked. He was probably right.

Has that made me sensitive to the way other people walk?

In the last year or so I’ve found myself noticing other peoples’ odd strides, weird wobbles and peculiar pacing.

Occasionally I find myself mimicking, clomping along in elephantine strides, or puffing out my chest and elbows for something more ursine.

What’s most fun is pushing out my hips and exaggerating my stride in order to become Mr. Natural. Keep on truckin’, Man!

But, “Hey, mocking people just isn’t cool, man,” you might say. Agreed. But who’s mocking?

I’m rehearsing.