….today is my 66th year to heaven. I never thought I’d make it this far and suppose others feel this way, about themselves and perhaps, those who know me, me.
I am grateful for a few things in my life: my children, men now; my parents, gone now; the roof over my head, the food on my table and Rex, my dog.
There is so much to write: The wars, the travels, the women, the pets…but I’ve again come to a point where I wonder if this remarkably self-indulgent exercise has much meaning. So I’ll wait a bit and watch Meet the Press, then Face the Nation, as I do on Sunday mornings.
