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Saturday, 28 May 2011 03:00

By Bonnie Clapton

"What's your name?" I asked the man dressed in an excessive amount of tattered clothing. He cracked a wicked, broken smile, bearing badly stained teeth.

"Hobo Joe." he grizzled out.

"Well then, Hobo Joe, I will see you at the finish line. Ready? One

to minimize drag from his clothing, or maybe just to keep whatever he might have stuffed in the depths of his pockets from freeing itself.

I took off after him, determined not to lose this race.