It is better to wear out than to rust out.

 Spent the last four days teaching myself how to be a bike shop refurbishing the weird "Cup and Ball" bearings on the bike.  Now there is no wobble on the thing so it's time to go out and be an athlete.  Assuming nothing weird happens, Marathon Sunday with the tourists at the Air Park in Pompano Beach is coming after sunrise.

But...



A courier in Alexander the Great’s court

came across an old man eating honey in the town square. The man had a big pot of honey in front of him and was spooning it into his mouth. The courier found it strange but continued about his day.

The next day the courier came to the town square again about his duties, and again he saw the old man eating honey. Flies landed on him and bees lapped at his sweat, but he continued to eat, seemingly unperturbed.

On the third day the courier became overwhelmed by curiosity and went to the town square of his own accord. He saw the man eating honey, and indeed he smelled as sweet as if the honey was coming from his very pores.

“Excuse me, sir, but I notice you’ve been sitting here eating nothing but honey for days on end.”

“Indeed I have, and in three days time I shall lower myself into a cask of honey and be drowned in it,” the man answered pleasantly.

The young man was horrified by this reply. “Why would you do such a thing?”

“Well, after all is done, my flesh will be mellified, preserved in the honey, and both will have powerful medicinal qualities, which will heal the wounds of my countrymen.”

The young man could not comprehend this sacrifice, and again cried out, “But why? What’s in it for you?”

The old man smiled at him and shrugged. “Well, when you’re my age, it’s just nice to be meaded.”