By: John Carlson— Back in my formative years, going to movies was not a big part of my life. This was because we were Baptists, very conservative Baptists. Supporting Hollywood and its lewd, sinful, lascivious ways was a no-no. Nevertheless, against all odds, I somehow managed to see two movies as a kid. One was “Sink the Bismarck.” The other was “Darby O’Gill and the Little People.” Beats me how this happened, but the screaming banshees in the latter made…Read More
By: John Carlson— A few weeks ago I was watching the Indycar race at Pocono Raceway on television, when driver Robert Wickens spun up into the catch-fence in what was a very ugly crash. No doubt about it, he could have been killed. Witnessing that accident reaffirmed a nagging belief: Maybe it was good I hadn’t become a famous Indycar racer after all. That’s not to say I didn’t want to become a famous Indycar racer. I did want to….