Here we go again, another ending, another closure, and with those things another beginning. I want to say at the outset that I'm sorry and I'm not sorry. There are things outside of the control of any of us, and brain on fire Richard is not the whole story. A facet, maybe, of the ruby that over Halloween, in isolation in an emergency department, I imagined to be the only source of light in a subterranean chamber where an evil wizard was entombed to insure life on earth with anaerobic reproduction should a cataclysm destroy the rest of us. I hope that such a thing at least holds off until I die of natural causes. I hope I die of natural causes. Up and down and up and down for how many years now. Can't a fellow at least one of these days get some rest? Get feet on solid ground or at least evolve sea legs, ride the swells and stay away from the rocks where the sirens sing out like cop cars on highways, on their way to serve and protect us from ourselves. Forget that I said it.