Ssshhhh! Don't tell anyone but you see this plane? Yeah, I'm on it. Seat 8-D. I'll be landing in Panama this afternoon, meeting up with my brother-in-law, and taking off for his beach front property in the Bijao resort in Santa Clara. I didn't want to tell you sooner for fear of jinxing things. Some of you may recall how my earlier plans for a six week Panama sojourn were dashed when my hematologist refused to let me go in December. Well, my latest blood work results show a vast improvement. No cause for concern. And my next doctor's appointment is in late March. So, hey, I've decided to squeeze in a couple of weeks on the beach, in the ocean and at the golf course in central America. And I've left poor Mrs D behind working hard at the office. I think if she has some spare time she's gong to paint the kitchen. That'd be a nice treat for my return. Isn't she swell? I've worked hard for this. I've followed my doctor's directio...