My footfalls sound different from one another when I walk these days. They’ve been that way for a couple of months, ever since I swung a seven iron awkwardly and felt something go “zing” in my back. One spinal operation and six weeks of mending later, my right sole still flaps down as soon as my heel hits the ground, whereas my left does what it’s supposed to do, easing down as my weight transfers toward my toes.
I don’t have anything else in common with Joe Biden, but we do both walk funny. I disagree with him on just about every policy choice available, whether it be his retro-Keynesian economics, his sucking up to China, his appeasement of Iran and frostiness toward Israel, his gender tokenism and racial pandering, or his liking for make-it-up judges. But however that may be, both of us now have a gimpy right foot.
