Jim Carroll

It turns out we are engineered for pessimism rather than optimism.

How do you keep your uniqueness intact when the world is constantly pushing you back toward conformity?

A few years ago I learned that my biological grandfather died in 1925 in a stunt-motorcycle accident - on an Indian motorcycle, nonetheless -  after he rode his 'show', which was known as the "Wall of Death."

Not only that, he downgraded his rank voluntarily while in Italy so that he could be a motorcycle patrol scout on the front lines.

In many areas of the world, history seems doomed to repeat itself.

Yes, I meant to use the word twice!