I just discovered an important fact of life: dreams don't die. And if they do, it's our own fault. We kill them through inattention. I realized that when I met Larry Baker this week. I'd like to tell you where Larry lives, but he flashed through my life so quickly that I missed all but the most important facts about him: his name, his age and his dreams. I tried to track him down before I wrote this, but couldn't. So, Larry, if you see this, give me another call. It's time to go flying.
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