When I was younger and still riding bulls I got sick and tired of people asking me if I was any good at it. When asked I would reply that I let my riding do my talking and if they didn’t like what I had to say they could fly a kite. And ever since then I have pretty much lived that way: letting others determine what my reputation was based on what I did and not caring what they said about me.
Today, I feel I need to protect my reputation. For over half a decade, readers have gotten into the routine of finding this column of Fridays. Lately it is a guessing game when this will get…
