My apologies for not writing something more profound on a political, technical or some other topic. I’m still catching up from last week, and hope to have something profoundly important to say later in the day. Until then…

This morning, I was checking Michele Agnew’s blog and playing the comment game. Today, we are all supposed to go over and add a comment to petite anglaise’s blog. She had a story about tripping on the stairs at her office place. I added my one great tripping story as a comment, and I thought I would add it here as well.

The only falling down the stairs story that I can particularly remember of my own was when I was just out of college and living with some friends in New York City. We had been out drinking, and as I am wont to do when I've had a little too much to drink, I had waxed loquacious. As we walked down the stairs to the subway, I didn’t notice that one of the tiles wasn’t where it should be. I stepped, found nothing there and went down.

I’m not sure exactly maneuver I enacted on my fall. My friend referred to it as a one and a half gainer in the pike position. Whatever I did, my heel found its footing several steps lower and I was upright again, continuing to walk down the stairs as if noting had happened, and more importantly, without missing a beat in the long story I was telling.

This was in New York City, and people walking up the stairs looked, and then glanced around to see if it was a scene for some moving being filmed, or something like that. Then they, as well as my friend and I, all went our own separate ways.

Now, I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me. I don’t surf the web looking for blog entries about falling down stairs so I can post my little story in the comments. In fact, Michele sent me.