It is the first day of Rider's summer break. He bikes while I run and we take a different route through Strawberry Creek, onto a little greenway that trails behind the BART station to Cedar Rose Park. Much to Doug's chagrin, I am always dragging stuff back from runs---fishing lures from the early 20th century, loteria cards, spy cameras, a large wild cat's tooth set on a silver chain (I am at a loss what to do with it---it is terrible, but I feel it carries a karmic load I am supposed to answer for somehow), spooky channeler/self help cassette series droned on in bizarre accents, letters from prizon scattered along Hayes Street in SanFrancisco---on and on. I did a list poem in Bill Berkson's class at SFAI under that prompt, "Things I've found". Twenty five years of jogging at least 5 days a week makes for a lot of finds---and it has been twelve years since Berksons class so need to write part two, if only as a catalogue. Anyway, today it was this: newspapers from 1945 declaring the end of WWII bundled with a Satuday Evening Post from 1911. Rider and I chilled out under the picnic table (now jauntily sporting an umbrella our friend Lolly gifted us) as we browsed the Saturday Evening Post ads circa 1911 and ate plums also got from the run-an offering in front of someone's house. Later I was on the phone telling Doug about the find when I turned around to see Rider on the couch catching up on the latest from 1945.