A nicer fall day one could not have asked for.  Even better, I stepped on the soccer pitch this morning without an ache or injury to speak of.  I stepped off 90 minutes later with three goals and one assist to my name. Moving up to the over-56 age division (something I should have done three years ago) has me competing with players my own age and revived my goal-scoring potential. Some things have not changed, however, as I spent the next several hours icing down a tender Achilles tendon and both knees. Later in the day, Jeanine and I traveled to Westwood where we dined with Tom Metzold and Karen Manor, a life long friend and my high school wrestling partner and his lovely wife. We arrived a little early and took a short stroll through the town center.