Talking about the dangers of motorcycling
Tamar and I went to a birthday party at a trendy Japanese restaurant in Denver a few days ago. We drove and picked up the birthday girl on the way from our new suburban home. We did that so she could have a cocktail or three and get home safely in our car. We don’t drink, or not much at all.
At dinner, we sat across from her stepfather, Robert, who seemed like a fine guy. The place was so noisy, packed full of young people in downtown Denver,
