We, the pioneers, the forefathers, the originators of this bloody industry that we’re dissecting every week are breaking down. We’re past our sell by date, our warranty’s expired, and bugger all chance of getting one of those extended ones…heck we’re almost at a point where we can get Medicaid AND free bus rides.

We can’t be more than 20 yards from a toilet, our bodies are breaking…I just learned what the hell gout was (the painful way) and I’m fairly certain that my loving daughter (who called me old and moldy) IS buying me a walking cane for my birthday.

HOW do we pass the baton, what can we do to bring the next generation through with LESS mistakes than we made, how do we champion others AND will you please keep those bloody kids OFF my lawn!?!

This evening is going to be both groans and moans about falling apart AND a debate about what do we do with the younger generation, those that have to take over AND hopefully do a better job than we did.