There are days when it is obvious that I should refrain from saying anything. I should claim laryngitis and make hand motions because my filter is all worn out: I’m a threat to say something I shouldn’t. Further, my enthusiasm for all the eccentricities of this world has waned.
Discreetly, allow me to ask you: what prompts a person to dribble a basketball all across Georgia, to ride a bicycle from …
