Crow meat salad, anyone?

There are days when it is obvious to me that I should retire. I’m willing to retire, mind you; I’m just not able. But my filter is all worn out—I’m a threat to say something I shouldn’t—and my enthusiasm for the eccentricities of this world has waned too. So I ask you: what prompts a person to dribble a basketball all across Georgia, to ride a bicycle from Texas to Miami, to saddle up a horse to c…