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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

That’s Right, Let the Sun Shine In

Tonight as I sat on my front stoop, the brown bricks hard under me, lightning flashing in the dark sky and rain falling lightly in the eaves, I withdrew into myself — as I often do — to think and recharge.

I almost missed the runner as he sprinted by on the sidewalk eight feet in front of me. But something caught my eye and I did a complete doubletake. That something was his bare white butt cheeks, twitching with every stride.

Streakers DO exist! That’s even better than finding out Santa Claus is real. Especially if they’re all like this streaker — young and in good shape.

As he sprinted past me wearing nothing but tennis shoes, he raised his right arm in a strange sort of wave. My mouth fell open and he was already half a block away when I found my voice to yell at him:

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”

(I don’t know why I asked that, rather than “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” or “CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH?”)

He didn’t stop to answer, just kept on running. If I wasn’t barefoot, I would seriously have considered hopping off the ledge and joining him, leaving a trail of clothes behind me.

Posted by Aaron on June 29, 2005 11:03 PM

Comments:

One time in college a streaker went trotting thru the lecture hall during a class. He was very leisurely about it, barely running. The professor just stopped talking while the guy made his way across the auditorium, and then continued the lecture as if nothing had happened.

Ryan
June 30, 2005 11:04 AM

At Macalester, we had a whole team of streakers run through the caferia on the last (free, served by faculty and staff) meal before exams. At some point, the administration tried to clamp down on it. In protest, about 20 people stripped down and ate that dinner naked.

haris
June 30, 2005 12:15 PM

Let the sun shine? Don't you mean moon? :)

jon d
June 30, 2005 1:01 PM

so, where do you live?

jimg
June 30, 2005 4:18 PM