Mrs. Humane and I are empty nesters. The kids have families of their own, and my grandson has his first girlfriend. The cavernous four bedroom home 1400 feet up the side of a Southern California mountain is now the quiet and peaceful home that allows for deep thought and insight, as I gaze out over the city lights and distant mountains at sunset, while listening to Dead Can Dance Anywhere Out of the World or Lacuna Coil's Humane or Cold Heritage, or Miles Davis, Bach, Beethoven and other inspirational...