I rarely get to run in the afternoon, but today I’m off work and so I headed out around 2pm for 6 miles.
At 4 miles I was stopped by a Sheriff’s Deputy who came running around the back of a house, gun in hand! to ask me if I had seen a guy in a white shirt. I stopped, told him no, and asked if I should keep running.
He told me sure, but if I saw this guy I should call 911! (Now, I live in a smallish town, 13,000 people, and this kind of thing doesn’t happen every day!)
I call my TV station to tell them about it, and my Assignment editor calls me back to tell me that it turns out they are looking for a 90 pound, 15-year-old boy.
Pretty sure I could take him.
Runnin' Down a Dream 