To my fellow "seasoned" inmates, including John on the Sunset Coast:

I just returned from my 50th high school reunion. While there, I was asked to speak about any special recollections, etc. When I stood to address the troops, I looked around and said, "What the hell are all these old people doing at our party?" Nick would have laughed. He never got old; his body just gave out. I feel the same. While I have been blessed with good health, when some of my peers have been less fortunate, I'm not about to sit around contemplating my demise. I intend to keep on having a good time here until I'm forced to take my ultimate road trip - on which I intend to have a great time. Doesn't "Rosin the Beau" resonate though?