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.