I wanted to be like Bob.
Bob was an Englishman in Austria in January ten years ago. He was a wonderful skier who came on holiday by himself each year. He always skied with the fastest skiers and always enjoyed himself. Bob was seventy-seven years old.
I was forty-six at the time, thirty-one years younger than Bob, and I thought, “wouldn’t it be wonderful to be like him if I lived to the age of seventy-seven?”
The ambition to be like Bob came to a sudden end this year. Having …