“Twenty Years From Now You Will Be More Disappointed By The Things You Didn’t Do Than By The Ones You Did Do. So true if you are under 30.” Well, if you’ve reached the fart part of the bell curve this would read better. Twenty years from now you will be dead! I think about this often as I head into my final glide path in life, friends my age are dropping like flies. I feel as young as ever, as fit as I can be, happy, healthy and certainly to some extent wise, or at least wiser that I used to be. The only remaining question is what to do with the remainder of my life. Its Valentines day and I’m alone, not because I’m solo and not because I’m single but because I’ve chosen to be alone tonight. A recent dinner date with a island girl and her parents was beyond odd as I’m chronologically older than both her mother and father in age but clearly 25 years younger in physical and mental age.