An ideal example of a poised individual mastering her environment prevails every Thursday morning at a “bread company" in Winchester, Mo. Several of us “elderly gentlemen" (old farts) congregate our happy selves here (I say “here" because I’m here now). We compare aches and pains, operations, relate funny jokes, narrate stories that would make great episodes in some twilight zone (we lie), and cannot comprehend why the president won’t return our phone calls, for we are proud of ourselves for creating the perfect solutions to all the world’s puzzles.

Of course (once in a while), we watch all the sexy sirens (Yep, I’m still normal)! This one siren slowly promenades in at a deliberate pace, and has developed all the beautiful assets, in all the correct locations, and they do all the right things at the right time. As she strolls in with all that ingratiating grace, and Mona Lisa smile, we “esquires" realize that there are still particular occasions in our lives we have yet to master control over– we stutter, drool, our eyes glaze over and roll back into our heads, our hand’s quaver, our legs tremble, and beautiful memories flow before our mind’s eye.

Yes; proper etiquette demands we stand up when a lady like her enters, but we sweet, holy, innocent, and naive fellows are too embarrassed --- uuuuuuh, because our difibulators are firing! Where was I? Oh yeah, now I remember!

A few other advantages to relaxing are akin to meditating. Our synaptic connections become more dynamic vacuum systems, and suck up more knowledge, our concentration is clearer and more enthusiastic, our memory stores more, our hearing is more acute, and our imaginations are more inventive... just imagine, all that, and all we were trying to do is relax!