Russ, the guys above nailed it. Today, I turned down a job, one that would have paid very well for the two hours they wanted, and I went fishing with some guys I went to high school with. We went out on a charter boat, caught our limits of striped bass, drank a couple beers, ate Hoagies, talked about the old days, and had a wonderful day on the water. Sure, I still work hard nearly every day, but there will come a time when that is no longer physically possible. When that day comes, I'll walk away and say to myself "this was one Hell of a ride, cowboy." Then, with any kind of luck, I'll take my children and grandson sailing, or maybe teach my grandson how to fly-fish in some nearby farm pond. I want him to enjoy that same ride that I have enjoyed for the past 74 years.

Good luck,

Gary