This column is essentially Part II of last week’s. In case you didn’t read the last column (and shame on you if you didn’t), I was at Mt. Van Hoevenberg for the UCI Mountain Bike World Series, and thanks to the generosity of Kris Cheney-Seymour, I had a VIP pass. So I was living it ...

Last Sunday at 0935 on the dot, and much to my surprise, I drove through the gate at Mt. Van Hoevenberg almost to the minute of my ETA. I was surprised for two reasons. One was, regardless of the event, I’m chronically late. So for me to arrive when I say I will, while not recorded in ...

I was in the post office buying stamps and chatting with the guy who knows more people than anyone else in My Home Town, and in return is liked by more people in MHT — Mark Deshaine. In case you didn’t recognize the name, or you’ve never mailed a letter here, Mark is the guy who ...

My family, though mostly undistinguished, are world-class leaders in one realm — worrying. And among the generations of worriers, I’m an all-time standout. It’s nothing I learned or practiced or somehow acquired. Instead, while all other babies are born crying, I hit the light of day ...

We all like to think of ourselves (though not necessarily of others) as rational creatures. You know the drill: All the other animals are our intellectual inferiors, be we — good ole evolved We — are, to mix the metaphors, either the bee’s knees or the cat’s pajamas. Of course, ...

It’s Tuesday morning, at the ungodly hour of 10:45. Instead of chillin’ in my Lay-Z-Boy, sippin’ my my java, as befits a man of leisure like me, I’m plotzed in the waiting room of The Kaiser of Cardiology hisself, Terrible Tony Tramontano. People complain constantly about having to ...