Some years ago, I took a piece of paper, a pen (black, I guess), and I wrote down five dreams I would try to achieve before I’m gone. I’ve forgotten three of them, call me a distracted or busy mind. But I do recall the two remaining: write a book, and learn how to sail. I am on my way to fulfill one of these two, but I am no sailor yet, in spite of my tattoos (old school, most of them from Sailor Jerry).