Get out and see the world! You worry when the weather's cold You worry when it's hot You worry when you're doing well You worry when you're not It's worry worry all the time You don't know how to laugh They'll think of something funny when They write your epitaph It's later than you think Just when I thought I had reached the nadir of despair, fate seemed determined to prove me wrong. I contemplated rather dejectedly, as to how some one seemed to have so precisely described my hapless predicament, way back in 1950, when the proverbial apple dropped for me. I would not wait any longer. If I had to do it alone then so be it.