About this site.

I am beginning this blog/journal/cathartic device at a skosh past 70. Better late than never. I decided, for whatever it might be worth, to get some things off my chest, to ponder why I do or think what I do (and why other people do or think as they do too), and to indulge in my greatest joy. Writing. Punching the keys. Hearing the syncopated rhythm of the key strikes. Giving the oxygen of the written word to thoughts, whether or not anyone breathes the same air or not. I do not care if even a single person reads any of this content. That distracting concern would ruin the entire enterprise. Nevertheless, if anyone does, and has something to say, good or bad, I won’t judge…mainly because I won’t care. But I will let it breathe.