So what’s next? What adventures loom? To my surprise, ideas begin landing as soon as I start telling people I've quit. First, from my Columbia University Journalism school class. We’re a tight group, probably because – in the year after the 1968 upheaval at Columbia – we all took “sensitivity training. “ Journalists should be good listeners, we thought. Over the years, members have loaned money to each other, found jobs for each other, and celebrated books published. I was one of the last people left with a newspaper job. Someone on the list serve suggested a gig training journalists abroad for a month at a time. Hmm. How would my hubby feel about that? He’s still working and can’t drop everything. And there are the grandkids, variously 3 and 4.5 hours away. Do I see them more than once a month anyway? And that was just the first idea to roll in.