As a casual
perusal of this photograph will tell back in the days when runners were honed
at incessantly by irate motorists and pedestrians, mocked by children and
old-timers as menaces to society one Boomer Cadger let all that go as so much
wind, like some annoying fly. Boomer started running when he was maybe seven or
eight along the sands of La Jolla beaches dodging surfers and laughing sand pail
little girls. When he came of age though he blew all his competition away, went
like that wind mentioned a moment ago. Won many races against older more experienced
if not as hungry men. And for his herculean efforts he received some beef stew
and the scorn of two or three young women he was interested in who would not
dream of dating a guy running around in his underwear or who was not football
hero fit.
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