Ed's Big Adventure

Something always stands out as unique during my runs to Lake Superior and back, even though I’ve lately pursued the same route due to necessity. This evening there was a strong sewage smell near a manhole (possibly due to a sewer overflow as a result of heavy rains recently). Two minutes later a couple beautiful women jogged by from the opposite direction, all bedazzled in the latest gear. After they passed I nearly succumbed to perfume asphyxiation. In fact, the pungency was so robust that the smell lingered when they were a full 200 feet distant. I preferred the more organic smell of the sewage.