At my age, I’m at the point of realizing that there are some bucket list items that I’m probably never going to get done. Dating Phoebe Cates for example. I’m not sad about it, I’m just resigned to the fact that it probably isn’t going to happen. I don’t walk around with my head down just because I’ll probably never drive up to a Zurich bank, walk in to the safety deposit box area, open a safe deposit box to find neat stacks of various currency, remove those stacks of currency to find dozens of valid passports and a gun. I’ll also probably never have a vacation home that is only accessible by submarine.
Again, it is no big deal. I’m sure a great many of my bucket list items are still in play.