The Final Frontier. I’ve had those three little words at the bottom of my bucket list since the day I started keeping one. I wrote it down as an afterthought, a placeholder. It was a joke at the time. Eventually I’d visit all the Italian vineyards and tropical beaches I’d ever heard of, growing old and hunched over under the weight of my own experience, but Death could not claim me yet because there was always one more place to go, and even if I couldn’t define what that place could be, it was o...