Well, this is it. My last newspaper column. Exit stage left. It’s been a great ride, but I’ve taken the gold watch, and I’m holding the bouquet of roses. Four years. 105 columns. 208,000 words. Adios and sayonara. Vaya con Dios. Aloha and goodbye. I’m hanging up my rock and roll shoes. The last untamed scribbler is going home.
