I drove up to the chicago area Sunday. A child hood friend came back to America from bangkok, we tried to have a "gang" get together, only three of us made it.Most of the guys are dead, a few incapacated, or live to far away. We sat and talked for 3 hours, about relatives, kids, and travel. We all knew one thing though, we are almsot out of sand in the hour glass. We won't see each other again. And we wondered how we managed to still be alive.