Backward Mutters

After 23 years as a legal adult, I was finally summoned for Jury Duty. Crammed into a room with barely enough space to get out of your seat, we were witnessing industrialized justice — the finely tuned mechanism of juris prudence American style. After the introduction by the juror room…

I went to my daughter’s middle school chorus concert last week, and I’m still shaking. The numbers of kids singing was impressive, and their attempt in singing Bach was commendable. The audience gathered to listen was atrocious. No thanks to American Idol, our attempts to appreciate music borders on the…

It’s true. Camaraderie is born in the furnace of affliction, and nothing afflicts better than climbing mountains on bikes for 100-124 (or 156) miles. Here’s the Horneytown crew at the top of Mountain Lake…alive…even smiling…a little. One of the side effects of riding a challenge century is a propensity to…

For those of you that didn’t make it, let me suggest that you put this one at the top of your list for next year. It’s only a 2 hour drive from our area, it really is treated more like a ride than a race, the support is great, AND…

As I climb Mountain Lake, it’s hard for me not to think about the movie Dirty Dancing and the song, “Do You Love Me?” All the way up the mountain, I’m thinking, Do you love me? (I can really move) Do you love me? (I’m in the groove) Ah, Do…