The marble story is cool. Something that I've noticed is that I've never been allowed to feel sorry for myself. Every time I try, I see someone who is much worse off than myself physically; someone on crutches, in a wheelchair, with a walker, etc. It really is uncanny. (You have to understand that I've had a back injury, back surgery, an atrophied calf muscle, and periodic medical leave for some nasty flare-ups, but I've always managed to be able to walk. I try to be grateful for what I have and not wallow in self-pity.)

This is not my "second childhood". I'm not finished with the first one yet.

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

"I'd like to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather....not screaming in terror like the passengers on his bus." - Jack Handy