Or you may. But, I didn’t.
Sam: Mom, want to know why I’m the best son in the world?
Me: Because I gave birth to you?
Sam: No, because I found your name on the Boston poster!
Me: WTH? What do you mean? There aren’t any names on the Boston poster.
Sam: I’ll show you.
Me: You liar.
Damn if he wasn’t right.
See, many people had told me to pick up a poster from the Adidas booth at the Boston Marathon expo. I took five because they were free and I’m greedy. There is one hanging in my office and Sam has one in his room. I’ll put one the bathroom for good measure.
But, little known secret – the background of the poster has every runner’s name listed, so small that seriously only someone less than 15 years old could read the names. They are in alphabetical order. All 27,000. Sam found mine:
How did I not know this? Did you all know this and I did not know this? Why didn’t you tell me? What else are you keeping from me?
If you need Sam to find your name, you have one of two options. Send him a round trip ticket to your town and he will come there with a Sharpie. Or, simply send your poster in the mail to:
7th grader with good eyes
P.O. Box 20/20