My shrink suggested I deal with it by starting this blog and doing something that terrifies me. He calls it cognitive therapy, or some such. For the next few weeks, I’ll visit various beaches and harbors in Southern California, standing as close the “edge” as I can get. I’m supposed to snap pics of the water and — get this –stare at them to condition myself. Sounds weird to me, but he’s got the MD.

Thank you, readers, for your readership through the years. I hope you’ll follow me on this psychological journey. Yee-haw!