When I entered my fifties, I found myself a little baffled by the fact that I still had so many questions and so much to learn about life and how to live. I had always believed that the tools given to me by the universe: good brain, good heart, and great legs—should have, by now, brought me closer to, if not enlightenment, at least some confidence and direction. Such is not the case. I’m still (happily) stumbling and bumbling my way through this world, sometimes literally falling into an important realization, but more often encountering more questions. What follows is an account of my experiments and experiences in this errant, error-filled, and wonderful life.