Icons abound, and I have made much of many of their passings; Evel Knievel, probably the only man in history ever to boast about breaking every bone in his body, passed away at the age of 69. I'm shocked he made it that long. Meanwhile, my own father, only just short now of 10 years the daredevil king's senior is still alive and kicking, so much as he can. That perspective bothers me a little bit, though; it's not that much time between a man who jumped Snake River Gorge (almost,) and the man who raised me, who I know was considerably more conservative. What's one to make of that?! The onset of winter has also come to the north entrance into Hell here, which I hate most of all because my skin dries up, but my sinuses still manage to pack up and go on vacation every year about this time. As for classes, still hanging onto my A, two weeks into class number three, ergo I'm still breathing, barely. God, I so need to relax, though.