'A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW MY GREAT GRAND KIDS WILL NOT RECALL MY BANK BALANCE, THE SORT OF HOUSE I LIVED IN, OR THE KIND OF CAR I DROVE... BUT THEY WILL REMEMBER I RODE A MOTORCYCLE"'

I've seen photos of my Czech great grandfather's home.  A branch of the family still lives in it.  I've visited my grandfather's home but it no longer exists.  It was a clapboard structure built in the middle of a homestead quarter of land in Sask.  My other grandfather's home still exists.  I lived in it for a few months when I was young.

As I get older I wonder about the meaning of life, and try to put my own life into some context.  I think the Beatles summed it up nicely.  "All You Need is Love".  Nothing else matters.