This time, it was a little kid who stomped the hell out of me. Here’s my right foot trying to regain some feeling on one of the new Line 1 trains. (They’re real purdy and clean.)
“Encore” is one of those words that had two meanings in my mind. The first was what an audience would yell after a great performance. The second was pronounced in French and meant “again.” It took me too long in my life to realize that they’re the same thing.