The last few weeks I've seen an older man in a jumpsuit jogging the main drag outside my neighborhood. Nothing unusual about that, you say?
While he jogs he flaps his arms. Like a bird. Or a football player trying to pump up the crowd.
Once he had his son or grandson in tow. The kid shuffled 30 yards behind the flapper. Clearly miserable, pumped his arms half heartedly while looking for the nearest man hole to jump down. Like Andy in the Shawshank Redemption, I think this kid would have paid any price for his freedom.