One intrepid soul launched at Cinco for Cinco in the latest edition of The Clinic. Conditions were 70 and sunny. According to the dude outside YHC’s office (pictured), the following miracle(s) happened:
YHC ran 5 miles, maybe a bit more.
Number, name, and YHC said a quick word of thanks.
NMS: The Clinic has it all. Last week, it was a well-dressed man with a bottle in a bag (at 5). Previous characters have included an actual impaired person (Anne), a machine tool-curling Jamaican (Omar), large lizards, a person impersonating a police officer, a variety of spike-heel wearing women of the night (and the associated arresting officers), a variety of Miami Dolphins (unrelated to the aforementioned ladies and/or police), the police watching the Dolphins’ hotel, the Dolphins head coach, cocktail carrying roller-bladers, late night / early morning revelers, and a Pax member who uses the nom de guerre, “HoneyDo.”
And, that’s just when The Clinic is in Plantation, FL.
We may have a new winner. This is the view at The Clinic on Thursday morning (I.e., my office window).
The Clinic takes all comers.
UpChuck spits the bit.
