I woke last night to the sound of Morse Code clickety-clacking in my head. I spent weeks learning to send and receive at 30 words per minute. Worked at it until I heard the dah’s and dit’s in my dreams. Got to Vietnam … never used it. Fifty years later it’s back, tapping out a message I still haven’t copied. Somewhere in there is a metaphor of my time in the Army, maybe my whole life. Trained for skills I never used, just figuring it out as I went along. You look back on it and call it a life.