A conversation, as I was leaving work today. . .

T and Nelson were talking. T said that his best year was when he was seventeen. Nelson thought about it, and said that his best year had been when he was twenty-three. Nelson then looked over and said, "How about you, Ian? What was your best year -- the year that women were falling all over you, or everything was just going right, or you had lots of money?"

I thought about it, and said, "Twenty-nine."

I thought some more, and said, "But I'm hoping thirty will be even better."

Nelson nodded -- and then he got it, and he grinned. "That's really wise," he said. "Why not focus on the present?"