1900 Winter comes, you wish it was summer. Summer comes, you live in dread of winter. That's why we never tire of travel. Max I often thought about him during the war; if only 1900 were here, who knows what he'd do, what he'd say. '**** war' he'd say. But somehow, coming from me, it wasn't the same. Max You're never really done for, as long as you've got a good story and someone to tell it to.