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Presumed innocent

Unless found guilty in a court of law.  Sounds great, doesn’t it.  The great American legal motto.  We’ve heard it all our lives.

Judy and I recently watched a television program that reminded us over and over that the suspect, who was being held in jail without bond, was presumed innocent because he hadn’t been to trial yet.  And that made me think.  If I were in a situation where I was presumed innocent, I would expect to be a free man.  That man being held without bail seemed to be presumed guilty to me.  I’m not lobbying for his release, but that’s what jail without bail would feel like.  Presumed guilty.

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Meanwhile

In Colorado.  Kyle and Cameron ran the 44th annual BolderBoulder 10K fun run.  I ran the first one in 1979, and a few after.  (The first one was so small, Judy rode next to me on a bicycle and didn’t get in anyone’s way.)  Becky and Christie walked it today.  5,391 feet above sea level.  34,000 participants.  100,000 spectators.  That’s one heckofa 10K.

Kyle ran a fast 41 minutes 43 seconds.  Cameron was right up there with 44 minutes 05 seconds.  Christie and Becky were at 1 hour 57 minutes 32 seconds, right behind the firefighter in full gear carrying an American flag.  The finish includes a lap around the track inside Folsom Field (the stadium for the Colorado Buffaloes) packed to capacity with a cheering crowd.

A quieter Memorial Day here at Sandpipers.  A small ceremony down by the office.  I thought it was going to be six old guys and a bottle of tequila.  Everybody else is gone for the summer, right?  Fifty people showed up.  We all visited a little, there were a few official words, playing of taps, and a shot to commemorate and honor those who gave all.  It makes me feel contemplative, maybe a little melancholy, and very happy to be here.