I Would Say Realistically, And I Don't

There's That Old Saying: Squeeze The Juice Out Of Life Before Life Squeezes The Juice Out Of You. I Will Try To Squeeze The Remaining Juice Out Of Life.

God Willing I Will Be Back Next Year. Over The Years I Have Been Blessed To Have So Many Friends Including Those That Sit In The Stands And Listen As Well As Those At Home, Who Listen And Watch. It Is Just Too Hard To Say Goodbye To All These Friends. Naturally There Will Come A Time, When I Will Have To Say Goodbye, But I've Soul-searched And This Is Not The Time.

The Roar Of The Crowd Has Always Been The Sweetest Music. It's Intoxicating.

It Is Kind Of Lovely To Be Sitting Alone, Just Thinking, Very Quiet, No One Around. I Don't Feel Alone Or Left Out.

Some People Die Twice: Once When They Retire, And Again When They Actually Pass Away. Fear Of The First One Is A Big Incentive For Me To Keep Working.