This year has been a tough one for me, not professionally, but personally. As I look back at the events, I realize that through change comes growth, and it was time to get out of that damn box anyway. I was becoming very square.

And so, I have decided I shall move to Islamorada and become a fly fishing instructor. Except I don’t know how to fly fish, so maybe I shall have to find gainful employment as a professional beachcomber…. Maybe I could braid hair… I’ve done my share of that with two girls…. Do they do that in Florida? Or is that only when you leave the United States?

At any rate, my children do not approve of this plan, so I’m sorry to announce (for all you Mormons who were cheering) that it will be a few years yet before I start my new job in my new locale.

Until then, you are stuck with me.

Happy New Year!