I’m “retired” – whatever that means. I think that retirement should be about more than sitting on my butt watching the idiot box, waiting for someone to haul me off to a “senior citizen center” where they would, no doubt, shot me up with some kind of crap to keep me docile, tie me in a chair, feed me apple sauce, wipe drool off my chin ever once in a while, and change my pants once a day if I was lucky. So, I’m making a break for it while I can. Hopefully, I will die out here somewhere on the road while I can still change my own pants. And just for the record, I’m not that crazy about apple sauce either.