Only one more year. At this time next year I will be making my final leap into retirement, and I have to say that right now, I can hardly wait. I may feel differently in 12 months, but right now, my world is rosy. What will I do? May be I'll be able to write this blog more often than every three or four or six months. That's a primary goal. I want to write this blog, a newspaper column, a magazine column, a book, and a decent Christmas letter! I want to write words for my grandchildren. And that's the next thing I want to do: spend a lot of time with my three grandchildren. I may be asking for a larger cookie than I can chew, but I want to be sure that they know me--and love me--as they grow. Lily will be in elementary school, Garrett will be in pre-school, and for the first year or two, Max will be at home, so I can continue to teach him the great joy of reading. As evidenced by my freshman college students, so many youngsters grow up today with no sense of hist...