It’s been almost four years since I’ve posted anything here. I was going to join the International Brotherhood of Procrastinators back then, but I just haven’t gotten around to it. It might have something to do with my Attention Deficit…Hey! Look! There’s a squirrel!…Disorder.  All seriousness aside, I’ve been aggravating the members of the status quo on other websites, like Disqus and Twitter, in the interim. I was having a particularly good time irritating a Marxist on the AKC forum, but alas, that forum shut down. So I took that as a sign that it’s time for me to carve out my little “niche” on the Internet. So here it is. Let me start by telling you who I am.

My mother was seventeen years old when she had me.  She had been married over a year. I was planned. Obviously things were different back in the 1950s. I was a “forceps baby” (they had to grab me by the head & yank me out). After what I’ve seen in the last six decades, it’s understandable that I really didn’t want to be here. Yet here I am. I am ever so thankful that she had me that young; this body is wonderful & has functioned so well for me. Many people in their twenties would love to feel as good as I do on the cusp of sixty.