We often start to contemplate our Gazebo while we're still "riding the crest of the wave" in mid-life. Power and influence, success and wealth Occasionally, however, we feel old. Intermittently we anticipate retiring and abdicating the rat race. No matter how great our zeal for learning and growing, we begin actually to "fall away." As we lose our independence, we strive to face the end of life with acceptance rather than fatalism, with faith, not despair. Eventually our path leads us into a quiet place. We sit there, gazing down the trail that curves away into Eternity. Because we can relax, we now have time to watch the world go by. While the world looks in on us, we have nothing to hide. Indeed, we "Oldies" just might have something useful to share. Something good. Something available only in the Gazebo.