Every day I am reminded of my inevitable divorce from my youth. So much sand has slipped through the hourglass and we never know how much we have left. I know for sure that I am closer to the end of the game than the opening kickoff to use a football reference. But still, there is much to do, much to accomplish, and much to dream about. Maybe next year will be the start of that next great American novel, or that long dreamed of vacation; although I can’t agree with that old saying by Robert Browning that the best is yet to be. We would only be being honest to admit that much of our best is in the rear view mirror, but the drive forward can still be worthwhile.