I have four grown children and two tiny grandchildren.

The early 1970s was a time when illegal acts were in style. Everybody was going nuts with causes, most of them against the law.

If one is looking for cultural testosterone and raging off-the-wall competition in the world of communications, Manhattan was - and is - home plate.

More books, more racing and more foolishness with cars and motorcycles are in the works.

If the numbers mean anything, they tell us that vastly more life is left in the reviled internal-combustion engine than any of the blue-state lefties could imagine. First, that madman Bush wins, and now this news. How depressing.

Why the hell not run a race across the United States? A balls-out, shoot-the-moon, f***-the-establishment rumble from New York to Los Angeles to prove what we had been harping about for years, for example, that good drivers in good automobiles could employ the American Interstate system the same way the Germans were using their Autobahns? Yes, make high-speed travel by car a reality! Truth and justice affirmed by an overtly illegal act.

Some guy once told me that skydiving is like cutting your throat and seeing if you can get to the doctor before you bleed to death.