After 46 years of early days, brutal weather, fatigue without parallel, and debilitating stress, I'm going to hang it up. It's time, since I've reached the point the daily grind has lost importance. Call it "not giving a crap" syndrome. When is the question. It will either be the first of December, the first of January, or when the syndrome takes complete control, and I turn in my keys. That may be Monday.