My notion of spirituality was different than it is now, but even if I'd been the most fundamentalist of believers, I would have assumed that God had better things to do than arbitrarily smite me with shaking palsy.

Life is good, and there's no reason to think it won't be--right up until the moment when everything explodes into a fireball of tiny, unrecognizable fragments, or it all goes skidding sideways, through the guardrail, over the embankment, and down the mountain. This will happen (and probably more than once).

As for my own truncated secondary education, my head was in the clouds as my mom would say, or if you asked my father, up my ass.

I think the scariest person in the world is the person with no sense of humor.

I still play hockey every now and then, and I still golf. But my biggest exercise is walking my big dog in the park every day.

The way life runs through everything, even the tiniest elements of nature - that makes me humble. It's the same humility that causes people at a certain time every day to get on their knees and put their foreheads on the ground in honor of something or someone.

As with any turning point or instance when a new road is chosen and an old one forsaken, there are consequences.