I’ll skip the truck and the boat, what I really want for my old age is ten square miles of back country with fish ponds and fields of beans and corn and watermelons, all being worked by someone else of course! I want an old fashioned cane mill pulled by a team of mules walking in a circle and an old man named Barney to mind the wood fire and cook the syrup out. I also want herds of deer, huge coveys of quail etc. and a good horse to ride and a buggy for when I feel too old for horseback. I want to be rid of about ninety percent of current technology. I could even give up the internet if I had the right place. Do you think Uncle might set me up if I plead that I am a native, African American, homosexual, transgendered, disabled illegal alien?