My Holstee Manifesto is still ahead of me. I’ve not quit the job. I’ve not found the time. I’ve not yet done “life.” I’ve not ridden the bike on Brooklyn Bridge.

I just write. Or help people with their dreams in any way I can. Or dream a little dream of me on the Brooklyn Bridge.

And smile when I see us, one by one, escaping our dullness for a possibility. Or a stupid chase of an aspiration.

All we need to find is the balls. The Manifesto, we have.