It's not terribly long, but it suits me just fine . . .

C'mon, admit it.  We've all got one.  It's just that some a bigger than others.  You know what I'm talking about.

Some prefer to call it a "bucket list."  Others refer to it as a "dream list."  To any and all, it is a very personal inventory of those must-do items to be completed before one calls it a day here on the big blue ball.

Mine is simply known as "Stuff I need to do before I wind up naked on the stainless steel table in the basement of Sacred Heart Medical Center with all my detective buddies standing around looking at me and wondering what they are going to have for lunch."

Maybe I should work on a new name for my list . . .

As one might expect, most of these lists include such sentiments as finding true love, giving unconditionally to strangers, enjoying the laughter of children, and naked skydiving.

In an informal and non-scientific poll within my own office at work, I learned that other common items on the list might include:  sailing around the world, seeing the canals of Venice, driving a Ferrari Testarossa, and helping Johnny Depp trash a comped suite at the Palazzo in Las Vegas.

My list is a bit more pedestrian, I suppose, not withstanding my preoccupation with naked skydiving and Britney Spears.

Which brings me, yet again, to another whirlwind tour of southern California and the chance to check off one more "to-do" on my own personal list.

Me?  I'm down for the Pasadena Rose Parade.

And fuzzy kittens.

Stay tuned.