I was supposed to die yesterday. I've been waiting for February 15, 2017, for nearly forty years... it was the day my life was to end. Now, on February 16, I find myself grateful, thoughtful, and a bit bemused, because the clock didn't run down quite the way I was expecting. I feel like Ed Wynn in that Twilight Zone episode, who lies down to die as the grandfather clock that tells the time of his life finally runs down, and then realizes he's not going anywhere just yet... or