27 July 2010
Malcolm in the Middle
There are times when I don't like being short, but then there are times when I'm happy to be a munchkin. In high school on the track team bus, I frequently was squeezed in the middle of a seat between two much larger, older cornfed farmboys who couldn't help but press up against me. I never complained. The ride home was always the best part because they were sleepy and smelled like sweat.