Cedar Fight

Part of my job as editor of KMC is to get out there and giver. Got to practice what you preach, right? Well, sometimes the preacher got some lessons for us...requirements...usage fees. This past Saturday I paid a blood tax. The old arm whiffed through the cedar slats on a fairly benign bridge and sent my head into wood with zero resistance. Seven stitches and a woozy walk out of the woods later and I'm left with this. Reminds me of a story I wrote a while back...

posted by KMC Magazine at 11:20 AM