By the time you get to my age, moments of giddy excitement become overrated. The only "rush" I desire is a Diet Coke and a sticky bun. Thoughts of grandeur and fame fade into insignificance. I don't regret for a minute that I never made it to law school though I sometimes wonder if I should have been a locksmith. Keys still fascinate me. (But would a locksmith with butter fingers be in high demand?) The circus animals that used to play in my backyard have all gone away. People come and go but I'm still here. Cheers!