I spent a week of the summer of 1973 with my grandma in Price, Utah. It was the year I turned six. Grandma had a young neighbor boy about my age, and he had just gotten a bike. He let me take it for a test ride, and I was hooked.

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What Were You Thinking?

Last week after a business meeting I hopped into my car to head to my next appointment. The phone rang. It was my wife. She told me that our 16-year-old son had just been in a car accident. I quickly asked, “Is he OK?” She said yes. I asked, “Was anyone hurt?” She said no.

After a sigh of relief, I asked what most any insurance premium-paying father would ask: “How bad is it?” She said he had hit the curb so hard that the rear wheel came completely off.

Well, I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but (more…)