[warrior poet]

When I was a young boy my father and great grandfather went hunting. My dad came back sore, tired, and without success- frankly, he was worn out. My great grandfather had gotten a deer, field dressed and drug it back, and he was by no means tired. He was 86 at the time and he raced SCCA events until he was 92. He walked everyday, worked in his little orchard (his retirement project) and made homemade applesause, apple vinegar, pear sauce, et cetera. He was active and enjoyed his life, finally going peacefully one night.