It has occurred to me that in just a few days, I will officially become too old to help Central New York any more. A quick check of my vibrancy level reveals that I only have a few milligrams of valid creativity remaining in my personal hourglass. When it runs out, I will stop being a potential energy source for Syracuse and will instead instantly become a vampiric drain on its social, financial and spiritual resources. And as we know, Syracuse’s cleanup budget is really suffering, so I’m going to be littering the landscape here for quite some time. Like a filtered cigarette tossed out a car window, I’m not going to just quickly biodegrade. And I’m just one of thousands!
Fortunately, top men are working on this problem right now.