Well . . . here it is, folks. I turned 53 years-old at some point during the night and honestly don’t know where the time has gone.  It seems like just yesterday I was a 22-year-old, snot-nosed second lieutenant, reading a map upside down while trying to find the box of grid squares my platoon sergeant assured me we absolutely needed.  And yet, after all that time . . . truth is . . . I don’t feel a day over 73!