Life’s experiences are like Lego blocks. The longer you live and the more you do the more blocks you collect. Some people wind up with enough pieces to build elaborate castles, others so few that they can build nothing beyond a small brick wall. Then there’s me. After half a century I have lots of pieces but they are those weird little pieces that come with the specialty building sets that don’t translate well to other purposes. Pretty much everything I build looks like what they thought space ships would look like in the eighteen-hundreds, but occasionally they’re race cars.