This blog is mostly about my writing, not my life. I worked, went to college (not to be a writer, but because I wanted to be a CPA), became CPA, worked, raised the most delightful and wonderful son in the world, retired. Early years I wrote poetry, but I have been a story teller (ask my nephews and nieces) all my life; but never wrote any of those. My imagination is such that I see stories everywhere. I see an old man waiting for a bus; suddenly my imagination knows why and where he is going, and all about his strange and interesting life. The same goes when I stare an an old oak or watch a rabbit hop across a field. I have no ambition to become a published author, but I do want at least one rejection letter to prove that I am a writer. Here’s hoping you enjoy some of the stories and bits of stories I put here on my blog.