Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald? On a sailboat surrounded by sea with no land in sight? Without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come? To stand at the helm of your destiny? I want that, one more time. I wanna be in the piazza del Campo in sienna and feel the surge as 10 racehorses go thundering by. I want another meal in Paris. At L’Ambroisie on the Place de la Loge. I want another bottle of wine. And then another. I want the warmth of a woman in a cool set of sheets. One more night of jazz at the Vanguard. I want to stand on summits and smoke Cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can. Walk on the wall again, climb the tower, ride the river, stare at the frescoes. I wanna sit in the garden and read one more good book. Most of all I wanna sleep. I want to sleep like I slept when I was a boy. Give me that, just… one time.