My Bucket List

I want to play a round of golf in the evening, when no one else is on the course. I want to sit at the bar, drink a few beers and make conversation with strangers. I want to go for a run in the summer with my shirt off, and feel great afterwards. I want to go skiing out West in absurd amounts of powder. I want to buy a new suit and look great. I want to eat a slice of pizza off a paper plate as I walk down the street. I want to buy a new car and smile a huge smile as I drive off the lot. I want to hike the Long Trail, all of it, in a couple of weeks over the summer. I want to go to a wedding and drink too much, dance too much, and have just the right amount of fun. I want to go on a really long bike ride over several days. I want to have a conversation and express myself with the quick wit to which I was once accustomed. I want to live each day without worry for the next. I want to see old friends and have something to tell them. I want to lace up my sneakers, pull up my socks, and play some pick-up basketball. I want to grab a rebound over a taller guy and hear my feet slap the floor as I come down. I want to explore a new city, on foot. I want to wash my car, shovel my driveway, chop some wood, mow my lawn. I want to make music. I want to enjoy music. I want to travel on a whim, and make plans as I go. I want to ride a motorcycle, and go to the beach. I want to meet someone and go on a date. I want to do a good job, at something.