"So, this is it, then - the end of the line."
"Really? Can't I take a transfer? I hear that they are talking about setting up a separate line to Eilat."
"Not in your lifetime. Chin up, old man. You've had a good, long life (more or less) and there is still time for you to do more."
"In Beer Sheva?"
"What's wrong with Beer Sheva?"
"I don't know, it's..."
"It's come a long way since you called it a cow town."
"Shh! They may hear you. I have to live here now. I don't want to get off on the wrong foot even before I get going."
"So what are your plans?"
"Yes, for retirement in Beer Sheva."
"I'll play it by ear. I have started to explore Beer Sheva by foot, which should also make my neurologist happy as she claims that walking is the best exercise the body and mind can share."
"So, everything is coming up smelling of roses."
"Are you making fun of me?"
"No, of course not. Well, maybe just a little."
"Anyhow, watch this space. Beer Sheva will soon take its rightful place beside the others... Toronto, Scarborough, Kibbutz Palmachim, Midreshet Ben Gurion - from Lake to Sea to Desert to City"
I welcome tips from those of you who know Beer Sheva well or are just starting out like me.