A Simple question.

Thanks again for all of your very kind reassurances. I guess I'm normal after all.
Thanks especially for the positive words about the Patriot Guard Riders. It is a special priviledge to be part of such a patriotic group. No dues, no meetings, don't have to be a vet (I'm not), just have to basically promise not to beat the crap out of any protestors that may present themselves at a military funeral. You don't even have to ride a Harley. In fact, guess what? I ride a Honda "Red Nighthawk". Old school!

I figured you rode a Honda NightHawk.  And "Cheer, cheer for old Notre Dame."  My M.A. is from there; my wife and I met there; our son was baptized in the basilica on campus; we lived in married student housing; we rode bikes from our apartment north of campus to the football games; I taught our son to fish in the lake by the grotto. I made my first 5 gals. of homemade wine from a wild Concord grape vine just east of the stadium.  Wonderful times, and I had never even heard of prostate cancer back in the 70's.  Wasn't it great to be young and stupid?