Each morning I wait for the various parts to come together. This time of year it's getting ready for high school graduation in 1968 for the upteenth time. It's getting ready for another strenuous day of retirement. It's wondering about some things in Atlanta 1974. It's wondering how I need to quit drinking coffee. It's doing my morning exercise. It's wondering how to get out of this corner I've painted myself into. It's HELLO WORLD! How you doin? Time to go out and be somebody. It's not too late. May it all come together.