Sometimes I think untimely death may be the best death. I’m 69. I’m in good health and other that a few aches and pains I have few complaints. (Some people may wonder at that statement if they read the article I am getting ready to drop in like a day or so, let’s not get off topic.) I get everywhere by bicycle and often when I’m out there mixing it up with the traffic, I think about the possibility that someone may do something stupid and kill me. I would “hate to leave my children crying” as the song says, but on the other hand I would be snuffed out at a point where I am healthy and grateful for all the things I am doing. In other words I would die happy. My dad died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage and although if given the choice he probably would have continues with his numerous projects, he did escape disease and infirmity, which he and all of us justifiably fear.