So my benchmarks are falling--on those Saturday drives in my youth in Miami, I remember once we'd clear the turn off of Sixth Avenue onto 163rd Street, toward the eponymous 163rd Street Mall, I remember thinking as a 10-year-old on my impending mortality. To stave off such thoughts, I said, well I can wait to worry about such things until the cast members of the Original Series of Star Trek start to die off, or at least until Peter Jennings dies. And so now I should be a good deal more morbid, I'm afraid.