I am almost finished reading Brian Greene's The Fabric Of The Cosmos. Bill Emert left it with me by accident when he drove to Alaska in his van/RV circa 1975. I enjoy reading about physics, though I don't understand it very well.

If I have to come back, I would enjoy being a physicist. It's kinda like scientific mysticism. Albert Einstein was a mystic. I would have to toss a coin to choose between Einstein or Thomas Merton as my favorite 20th century mystic.

It would also be cool to come back as a jazz musician. It must feel good to play jazz and play it well. I ought to ask Rob Dixon or Frank Glover what it feels like to play the sax like they play the sax. I played the trumpet in fifth and sixth grade band, but I don't see a professional career at this point. Maybe God will recycle me and bring me back as the second coming of Miles Davis. Yeah, that would be cool.

I am a romantic when it comes to baseball. The slow pace of this All-American game gives plenty of time for spitting and scratching oneself. I wrote an article for the Gazette which described my state record for high school baseball. I conceded the most home runs by a pitcher in a varsity game. This is a record which will live in infamy. So, if I come back as a baseball player, better be juiced with talent.