I’d like to find an isolated mountain with old-growth pines under an eagle soaring through a cobalt sky overlooking a quiet meadow with a babbling brook full of trout with the love of my life by my side while strumming the ol’ 12 string and reveling in the glory of my wife’s affection – all while figuring out a way to …
“Take it with me …” 
(I know – they say ‘you can’t take it with you’, but I believe that with that kind of motivation, I might be able to figure it out …) 