I wish you good luck as well. As for being the old guy, sometimes I wish I was 45 again. I’m 56 now but I guess it all boils down to how you feel. This morning I woke up feeling like an eighteen year old as I jumped over my wife on my way out of bed, but where can you find an eighteen year old at 5:30 on a Monday morning? Then it dawned on me. A few weeks ago my wife started insisting on sleeping on the right side of the bed. I figured it was so that she could be right, even in her sleep, well that, plus moving to the right side stopped me from enjoying stepping on something warm as I got out of bed. Anyway, congratulations on accepting the job. I remember my first regional manager job. It was at KFC. I had what I thought were some pretty good managerial skills but I had no restaurant experience. I insisted on spending a few weeks on the floor to get a better understanding of the system before moving into the office, but I never made it to the office. I was fired a couple hours after I was asked to bone the chickens. Evidently this means something different than it does on the farm I grew up on.