I am working out again, trying not to stare at the TVs overhead, looking down or up or anywhere but at the TVs. The African American man running on the treadmill next to me says, Look, you're missing the ladies who are LOVING THEIR SELFIES. He points at the screen showing a parade of women of all sizes and shapes, striding up and down a catwalk, including two big women in bras, XL undies and pink robes. I ask is he thinks men will ever be loving their selflies like that. Damn. I sure hope not, he laughs.
I begin watching the sports news, but then Le Bron appears in a batman mask. Does he think he's the new superhero? the man next to me asks. Next thing you know he'll be thinking he's Jesus. Le Bron isn't anyone's favorite in Ohio, not since he left Cleveland.
But then I look at the news on a different screen and see Charles Kupchan-- yes, Charles Kupchan talking about what's happening in Crimea. The close-captioning below his face says he's an advisor to the President on Ukraine. Charles Kupchan-- I remember him from sixth grade when he was the new boy in school. Short and wary, he sat in the quiet section of the room, between Edwin Parker and Nelson Kane next to the window. I still see him as that boy, but now, at least in my mind, he has to decide what will happen in Ukraine.
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