I'm settling in. Hung up my autographed stick. On the vegetarian side. Fake chicken tastes like real soy product. Wine instead of beer. A change of weather every hour. Early to bed. The pursuit of golf. One day I hate you and the next I hate you a little less. It was my grip! My bike every day. I am the traffic! Four thirty a.m.. Full moon to the west as the sun rises in the east. One truck drives these streets. Bears. The best of the 70's 80's 90's. Says who? I do. Quite often.