It never occurred to me, before this song, that the Amish might swim. They churn butter and make quilts and raise barns; they are not avid swimmers in the popular imagination. I could more easily imagine the Amish starting a death metal rock band than I could imagine them frolicking in the water.
I want to meet an Amish triathlete now, just to say I've shaken hands with such a creature. Does one exist now, or has one ever existed?
I think about these things on Tuesdays.
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