The Tuesday after Labor Day, I went looking for something to occupy my schedule, now that the great migration was over. I needed some meaningful exercise that didn’t put any more stress on these metal and plastic knees: Running is out. Plus, I was never much of a runner, anyhow. The last time I ran hard, a whole bunch of people were chasing me. Luckily for me, I was faster and they didn’t catch me.

I had to pack up my exercise bike from our “basement” where it was storedbecause we are having a “remediation” done to…