May 27, 2003 REFLECTIONS When I was a kid we made trips in the car, And they seemed to take forever. On trips afar we would try to make A hundred miles in a day. I remember so vividly the time of arrival, As I had wished it each minute of day. If I had told myself there were things to see, And much to think about – The time would have passed at a much faster rate, And I wouldn’t have been such a pain. I am now an adult of six score and more, But I’m acting like a kid again. As I do a hundred on my tandem bike, I wonder when I will be there. It’s a long way to go no matter how, So one needs something for focus. And when it’s done day after day, The journey must dwarf the destination. Ron