One of the problems of getting old, at least for me, is sleeping like shit. If I’m not waking up to pee, I’m waking up with my nose hurting because it broke my fall while I was jogging in the dark and had an encounter of the face to badly maintained sidewalk nature (or perhaps it was the skinned knee, elbow or palm that disrupts my shut-eye). But this night it was about something a bit less ignominious, writing a blog. The primary topic of discussion that I thought might be interesting is my upcoming trip with my wife. A twenty- three day cruise to New Zealand, which I proposed to her as a birthday present (a clever bit of subterfuge on my part as, you see, I am actually celebrating my taking this trip sixty years ago, except in reverse from San Francisco to Auckland via Hawaii and Tahiti instead of Wellington to Tahiti, the Panama Canal, Jamaica and Ft. Lauderdale – anyway, an anniversary of sorts.) Oh, and I should mention spending two weeks visiting New Zealand driving from Christchurch around the South Island, crossing by ferry to the North Island, stopping in briefly to the small Burg where I spent four idyllic years as a youth before flying out of Auckland. Of course there will be pictures, as those who know me are aware I do enjoy taking a scenery Pic now and again, so you can enjoy the journey with us. Other than this trip, if you are interested in my other rantings and ravings, you can immerse yourself in my amazing insights as I read, “La Commedia” AKA “The Divine Comedy” (in Italian – or Tuscan as it were as, yes, I am an intrepid Italian beginning learner), and of course being a true oldster one’s musings would not be complete without a thorough going discussion of fascinating health failings.