I promise, those other old farts will contribute to this thing, it is just taking a little while to get them to give up the old Smith Coronas.  We are all getting together on Thursday, and we will post something from Borders,

"You will have to release some of the air we pumped in before you can leave" Then all around the recovery room, behind every circled curtain, I could hear the sound of air being released.  It was almost like a Christmas chorus.  As usual, my contribution was slightly out of tune.   It is hard to imagine anyplace which more closely matches the title of this blog.   It was in fact, the aftermath of a colonoscopy.  It is a surreal and humbling experience to watch as someone explores your colon.  Fortunately, what was blowing in the wind didn't seem to have its normal fragrance, but I was still happy be able to get out of the wheel chair and walk through the door.  These days, you have to be happy every time you can do that.

Ironically, instead of these days, my thoughts for the last week or so have taken me back thirty or forty years.  It began with a conversation with Karl last week (I hope Karl will write something about this as well).  We were talking about some of the risk averse changes he had to make in the latest version of Silver Bullets.  The TV Show Survivor can design two or three new initiatives for every show, but i still see a lot of Karl's thirty year old initiatives still in use.  When we old farts started out, no one sweated the small stuff.  Now there are standards and protocols for everything.  I think we all would agree that we are a  lot safer at least in theory, but what have we lost in creativity, and in the opportunity to learn from our own mistakes?