But when I got sick of explaining how I broke my leg (loose gravel on driveway) for the zillionth time, I began lying. Different lie to each person. Straight face.

“Oh, you know, hang-gliding in Maui, probably shouldn’t have started in my 40’s…”

“Well, I swim semi-competitively, and when I was in the New York harbor last month…”

etc.

Maybe not exactly mysterious, but…