Four More Years!

I couldn't think of anything witty to say about this year's birthday.  Instead, I'll share that I've been asking my friends (of similar ages) if they want to do anything special when they turn 50 in a few years.

When I asked one friend to think of something special to mark the occasion next year, he pointed out that my math was wrong and he won't turn 50 for another two years.  (Oops, sorry!)  Another friend replied, "That's if I live to be 50."  (And he calls me a pessimist!)  The third friend and I haven't been inspired yet -- neither for an idea of something grand to do, nor for a noteworthy response.

Well, I did have the thought that I could do an around-the-continent journey by train.  I could probably work that out as far as cities and connections on Amtrak (and/or the Canadian passenger rail system), but I get little paid time off of work, so I'm not sure I could afford a sojourn like that.  (When is Publishers' Clearing House going to knock on my door, anyway?)