From Twin Peaks, O'Shaughnessy Boulevard swoops down like an eagle, landing, or one might say perching, in my neighborhood of Glen Park. And with all this avian imagery one would assume that I go swooping too. I don't. I go braking, but not always. In fact, I can remember a fairly recent occasion when I did more or less swoop, enjoying the scenic descent. And it's a good thing that I can remember. Because with some physical medicine help, I am beginning to get on top of at least one aspect of my Read more [...]