I've had a good life. I was retired once, from 1974 to 1980, when I returned to work from disability. During my first 'retirement' I lived, I lived for the moment. I rode motorcycles, I did some very long road trips, I visited most of the national parks and monuments this side of the Mississippi. I had experiences, from celebrating the Bicentennial in Clark Fork Idaho, to facing a drunk outlaw biker wanting to knife me for messing with his woman, repairing my motorcycle in the rain while the local law officer looked on in Hoquiam Washington, riding down the interstate watching th dust fly as we crossed the path of the Mount St. Helen's ash cloud, being snowed on at Crater Lake in July, experiencing the solitude of the Redwoods on a foggy morning, and fishing the Snake River in Idaho. I've lived, or at least tried to. Sometimes I wasn't too well behaved, but I survived. I do have a lot of good memories, even the bad things turned to good in my memories. I guess I'm still trying to live life as it comes and turn the bad to good, that is the only way to go.