to add to this early morning acumen, just yesterday, after waking, anthony walked into my office and collapsed into my reading chair. i spun to look at him, asking, "how did you sleep, bud?". to this he said, "good. i think anytime you wake naturally means a good sleep." first off, i think i was 42 before i observed that life lesson. secondly, these words spilled from him in a tone and measured cadence that didn't sound right on a, now, nine year old boy. i think if one was blindfolded and just heard the words and were asked to describe who said them, people might guess an older man, then adding, yes, an older man sitting in a wicker rocking chair on a wrap around porch with a newspaper folded over his knee or hunched over a coffee in the town square's breakfast diner with other elder statesmen flanking him at their usual long table.