thank you st. christopher

A few weeks ago, I got a new St Christopher medal. You will recall that St. Christopher saved my ass on the Pacific Coast Highway in California, on numerous mountains in France, and on the road on Quincy. So when I lost the original St. Christopher, I got a replacement at Hingham Jewelry. This morning, he proved once again that he is worth his weight in gold. While sitting on a tailwind, barreling along at 25 miles per hour, I was almost t-boned by a nice lady in a station wagon. Thank you, St. Christopher. I'm glad I am not dead.