A few months ago, somebody said something to me that I found so humiliating that I have

never talked about it, not to anybody, not even with the people I love the most.

This is a way to embarrassing.

It makes me wince even to think of it.

But you know, telling my loved ones and my friends, that's real life.

Those are people I have to live with.

You and me, here, right now on the radio, we have a different kind of relationship, right?

I can tell you.

So this thing happened.

Well, I was still riding around the city on this Ponzi little folding bike, which looks

ridiculous and there's no dignity to it.

But it is handy to have a bike that folds up if you go in the city.

And it was maybe 9 p.m., and I was riding home from work, and I was wearing a suit because

it had been to work.

And that morning, it had been cold, so I wore a coat even though now at night, it was warm

enough so the coat was unnecessary, but it was just easier to wear the coat than to

be carrying it.

I was also wearing one of those, you know, there's reflective, like orange and yellow vests.

I was wearing it because I'd had three bike accidents, thanks to the fact that the folding

bike loses its grip on the street and the rain extra precaution seemed worth it.

I don't know.

I have gray hair at that point, a neatly trimmed beard.

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