Vernon Windsor's Blog – October 2009 Archive (1)

When I was a young man and excitement was clamoring on my back, whispering in my ear that no ill fortune would befall me and death was clearly something that happened, but to other, less fortunate people, there were no mountains to climb in my home town. There were rock faces, although few and far between, and while people did sometimes climb them, they did so only to save themselves from death or being mauled by a bear, not for recreation. Drag and motorcycle races required a substantial… Continue