But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering waiting, waiting, waiting for the station. "When we reach the station that will be it!", we cry. "When I'm 18! "; "When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz!"; "When I put the last kid through college!"; "When I have paid off the mortgage!"; "When I get a promotion!"; "When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after!"