In Hawai'i, I would see these old men on the beaches. They'd stick a fishing pole in the sand and fish all day. There'd be a beer filled cooler at their feet. You look at these guys and they seem to be having the times of their lives. You look at them and figure out that their ages put them right in their teens or 20's during WWII and the boming of Pearl Harbor. How stressful for them then, how not so much now. I've decided I want to be one of those old men one day. Weathered but zen.
