In fifth grade, I meant to build a bullet train around the world. Brent and I were going to do it, planned from that be pushed against a wall with the posters. We just needed an accurate map and a way to get through the Bering Strait. Boats or something; and would it be Around without a closed loop? Yes, the Atlantic is too wide. And then video games, movies, marching band and all the vices of an education got going on the less grand unplanned. Where is Rosebud if I was happy to sled for hours? The premise may be off. Which lost problems to find? The paradigm may be broken, in the words of a college educated wannabe intellectual. Remake the world I would and will but never do I seem to do.