The other day I was walking through a park looking for a suspect. Sure enough, there she was, lying on a blanket, scrap booking away on her Gypsy. She saw me coming and bolted. Almost caught up to her until she scaled a chain link fence with one hand clutching her Gypsy in the other. I tried to do the same and that’s when I realized I’m not as spry as I used to be. Going up wasn’t so hard. Coming down was an entirely different story. I humpty dumptied off the top bar and jacked up my ankle something awful in the process. All I could do was lie on the ground in pain and watch the Gypsy slip away from me again. With a little homemade bandaging and some time, my ankle will be ok. Wish I could say the same for my pride.