Don't get me wrong, I love Texas. I like the people, their independent attitude, and friendliness. But when I left for the Marines in the late '60s, I never planned on returning. Not because of the task at hand—I was just ready to experience what the world had to offer. My eventual return was strictly out of commitment to responsibilities and an available career. When I reached 60, in a moment of clarity, I became acutely aware of how fast time was passing.