If I could tell you all the places I've been, where would I even start? It's easy to jump straight to Leningrad, or better yet, San Diego, and to be fair, those were the best days of my life.
I'd say I was born in Boston, built in Maine, but spent most of my days away from home. But that's nothing special for someone like me.
Of all the places I've been, of all the things I've done, of all the long nights and dreadful days, I had a good run of it. A great run, really. And that makes me lucky.
No regrets.
They took care of me up until the end. For that, I'm forever grateful. With nothing left to ask for and no one left to be, I can only imagine what beautiful things will happen tomorrow.
You get to live forever, Leahy. What more could you ask for?