Lila flying, Amos
I've never been quite sure how I felt about an Olympic event known as rhythmic gymnastics. On one hand, it's quite beautiful to watch and I'm completely convinced that it takes a lot of athletic ability to pull off, but it always strikes me as too much for show alone and perhaps inappropriate for international competition. As I write this, it also strikes me that I've got rocks in my head and should just sit back, watch, and enjoy. That's what I did at Amos Lake today, when my granddaughter Stasia delighted in the antics of her new best friend Lila, who was giving me a preview of a potential RG event under consideration: rhythmic towel running. I like it. I think it belongs. I'll be looking for it in, oh, 2028.