Once while sitting and waiting at a train crossing, I saw something about wearing rubber shoes printed on the side of a boxcar and reached for my voice recorded while coming up with a routine and thinking I might later invite George Carlin as my opening act. On another day years later, I felt certain life would be great if I could just learn to party like the stars of "Animal House"...and then one of them died from something like that. Bottom line? It all seemed so great while it all still seemed great...