361 days after Katrina, 361 days after I severly sprained my left ankle, I did it again, almost to the hour. Same damned ankle. I did nothing as dramatic as stepping off of a milk crate incorrectly this time, though: I twisted my ankle walking off a 4- to 6-inch curb at CC's on Perkins, the one my friend Michelle works at
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