The family took a trip to the mountains this weekend. Skiing is an impossible sport. From where we start, the drive north takes four and a half hours, if you don't hit bad weather or traffic, but you always do. This time, on our way up black ice slowed the interstate to thirty, allowing for a leisurely view of the spinouts. Then there's the equipment. Once, when the kids were young, my wife and I started listing items that needed to make it to the slopes; we stopped counting when we reached on one hundred. The expense, the risk - who needs any of it?

Yesterday, on the ride home in the van, someone asked, "What do we like about skiing?" Read More