Tuesday, April 28, 2009

City Doctor.

There's a line from a Seamus Heaney poem that used to pop into my head any time someone asked me about punk rock:

To him, my other life."

Nowadays, however, it pops into my head any time I talk to punks about cycling.

I guess I'm lucky it's a good poem, and not, "There once was a man from Nantucket."

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