VENICE — Last April 1 — yes, April Fool’s Day — I found myself in the back of an ambulance with an EMT handing me my cellphone.
“Here. You try your wife. The unlock code you gave me doesn’t work.”
No wonder it didn’t work — my concussion was dialing up my high school locker combo. And about the last thing I wanted to do was tell my wife that I just had a biking accident — something she’s dreaded ever since I started riding regularly in Venice…