I’m 61 years old, happily married, relatively sane and living a comfortable, semi-retired life in Springsteen country. So why am I about to move to China for 10 months to teach English at a university that doesn’t even have a football or basketball team? Good question. Some of my friends and family think I’m nuts, but it’s really about fear. Fear of boredom. After 38 never-dull years as a journalist, I found myself adrift, looking for new adventures and challenges. I skydived in New Jersey, tracked lions in Botswana, went whitewater rafting down the Arkansas River, and swung over the Great Gorge in Colorado. Next up: China. I’ve been fascinated with the place ever since I first visited there in 1988, after covering the Seoul Olympics for the Associated Press. And I’ve always wanted to live abroad. So I got certified to teach English as a foreign language, applied for jobs online and, shockingly, got hired by Henan University of Technology in Zhengzhou, a city about halfway between Beijing and Shanghai. I’ll be teaching there from September through June, and I plan to see as much of China as possible during that time. Assuming I don’t get arrested for slandering the state or get canned for teaching my students how to curse in English, I’ll be blogging regularly from the Middle Kingdom. Comments and questions are always welcome.