The last thing he typed has always sat deeply with me: "Football Season Is Over No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming.

The last thing he typed has always sat deeply with me: "Football Season Is Over No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won't hurt”