I offer no apology to those who read the title of this piece and did not recognize it as a tribute to the great Declan Patrick Aloysius MacManus and one of my favorite songs from his early days. In case you have not yet figured it out, I do what I do here principally for my own purposes.
In 2017, I ran the New York City Marathon for the third (and thus far final) time. I ran in the company of my sisters, Kara and Jill, and a great friend, Sue Kizis. As Jill, Sue, and I completed our rain-soaked tour of Queens and prepared our assault on the Queensboro Bridge, which would carry us into Manhattan and the Marathon's final ten miles, our own two-person cheering section, themselves soaked by a November rain only Guns N' Roses could appreciate, greeted us and took a "proof of life" photograph of the three of us. It was a very excellent part of a very long Sunday in New York City.
Today, one half of our Queens-based, husband-and-wife fan club celebrates her 50th birthday. Having no idea whatsoever how Karan and Rob plan to mark the occasion, if they are planning to head into Manhattan, then I offer only this suggestion: Do not run or walk across the Queensboro Bridge to get there. It feels as if it goes on forever.
-AK
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