Could there be a better way to bring in the new year than to run a 5k in Detroit, and then attend a 1920’s jazz show? I think not.
Thanks to the regularity of my life, to the sometimes tedious but always inviolable calm, and above all, thanks to time which heals all wounds, I have completely recovered from my insanity. There's no doubt that for some months on end I was a bit insane, and only now, when I'm completely recovered, have I learned to relate objectively to everything which I did during my brief insanity.
Could there be a better way to bring in the new year than to run a 5k in Detroit, and then attend a 1920’s jazz show? I think not.
