It's 6:00 p.m.
and I've escaped to the rooftop refuge of my own making. I've climbed
to sit under the fiery Okinawa skies and to watch the setting sun. In
the distance, I see le Island's volcanic cone; behind me, the Pacific
Ocean crashes into the rocky shore. Two floors down there's another
roar: the din and confusion of 20 people frantically trying to make an
8:00 p.m. deadline. They chatter into cell phones to arrange the next
day's interviews, edit video sound tracks and yell questions across the
room. Tempers are just barely in check. The team has been running on
less than three hours' sleep for the last three days. Our video editor,
Joseph Van Harken, is so tired he's running a fever. He smells like a
zoo under his sweat-soaked shirt. But he won't quit. So it's an odd
paradox that our Quest for longevity's secrets are telling us to live a
life exactly opposite than the one we're living now.
It's 6:00 p.m.
and I've escaped to the rooftop refuge of my own making. I've climbed
to sit under the fiery 
