When we think of breaking, we think of something bad.  When I was a child, I was very active; to say the least. I was always into something. At times this could not only get me into trouble it could also get on the nerves of those who were babysitting me; like my Grandma D.  But there was one woman, my Great Aunt Margaret who not only got me, but knew how to calm me down. She would sit me on her lap and sing “Shorting Bread”.

I like to live dangerously. If you do not believe me. Ask my wife. She will tell you, I know how to push her buttons, and I do so often. I have often lived this way. Beginning with taking the curves to fast on my bike. Or weaving in and out of traffic on the interstate on my bike cutting off big trucks. Is this living dangerously, on the edge or just being stupid? Well I will leave that up to you to decide.