In the beginning...

Not all people who write have something to say. And inversely, not all people who have something to say, write. I'm afraid I am of the former inclination. If you are looking for the wisdom of the ages, you'll need to read the writings of Plato, Socrates, or Aristotle, or listen to the music of Beethoven or Mozart. My little voice will only resonate within the thin walls of my own mind.

This blog is really meant to keep me attached to myself, I'm not writing for any other audience but me... and maybe my kids... Why should they listen to me now? They never have so I doubt they will begin now, so I continue to remain an audience of one.

Who am I? As the photo proclaims, I am not a spring chicken anymore. I doubt I ever really was. The picture was taken just a week ago as I posed with my parents (Pop's head can be partially seen in front of me), my brother and my sister. Their names and information are omitted to protect me from them. I'll be more open to including more information about me as I become more comfortable with this mode of communication. Maybe I'll blow out the walls of my self-imposed introvertion and grow a new set of wings. Who knows?