Riding home from training this evening (and note to anyone who works with a trainer, or plans to someday, never, ever tell them you hate something. you will be doing it twice a week for the rest of your life) I noticed a very handsome looking man running on the side of the road. He looks up, smiles big and lovely and waves! I was grinning. Those eyes, that smile.....is very familiar. I had just checked out my cousin. And first cousin, too.
I called my mother, because I can't remember what we all used to call Alan when we were kids. Bubba. The cousin that I had just checked out is called Bubba.