There are days when it is obvious to me that I should retire. I’m willing to retire, mind you; I’m just not able.
But my filter is all worn out — I’m a threat to say something I shouldn’t — and my enthusiasm for the eccentricities of this world has waned too.
So I ask you: what prompts a person to dribble a basketball all across Georgia, to ride a bicycle from Texas to Miami, to saddle up a horse to…
