My friends, in my attempt to explain to you all just how I feel now, I must echo the sentiment that I so ably did express as a four-yearold boy, sitting in silent meditation upon my family's front porch at Lanark Street. Now, forty-two years ago. My friends, I wish for you all the very best in life. I have nothing more to say. "FINAL DAY" At the end of the fi nal day All is swept forever away Like the tiny grains of a sandcastle Before the waves of the sea -the author While half of the world lies in peaceful slumber, a solitary writer writes on from the depths of his heart. While a full moon keeps watch over his silent, lonely vigil. Yours forever, Timewalker forever