I was born in Santa Barbara on the day NATO troops in Korea crossed the 38th Parallel that separated North Korea from South Korea. My father went to war, where at least one casualty seemed to be his marriage to my mother. I was raised around the San Francisco Bay Area and left town when I graduated from high school. I spent the next twelve years working lots of jobs (none of which I ever got good at) and I even went to college for awhile, until I ran out of money. When I was thirty, after having twenty-three jobs in my lifetime, I landed a job at a huge corporation known, at the time, as the phone company*, and I was just smart enough to realize I better try to stay there. They took reasonably good care of me, which allowed me to marry and buy a house and get deeply into debt, until finally one day I had enough and took the money they offered me and ran away from there. * (Since I was four when I started the first grade, I was always the youngest in all my classes in school. This meant, to those little barbarians in grade school, that I was small and "uncoordinated," a word oft overused by them, and in truth not particularly athletic, at least not so much that I could overcome being an entire year younger, which, then, was a big deal. I grew up thinking this about myself and it was only years later, when being trained by the phone company to climb telephone poles, that I realized I was actually pretty good at stuff like that.)
So, retired, and not particularly ambitious, I am now trying to figure out what to do next. Nothing seems to be jumping out at me, but the days, which sometimes seem endless, and sometimes all alike, are not so bad. I could do with some drier air and I wouldn't mind moving away from here (Midwest) but since all the places I've lived in the past are now too expensive for me, I would probably wind up in Albuquerque, which would be fine, I suppose, although it's pretty hard to spell.
I have definite political opinions, or I think I do, but I also learned that while it's fun to have political opinions, it amuses no one else--much like juggling bean bags--so, you know, I won't bore you. However, I will say that if you think you can figure them out anyway, based on what I may write here, you need to understand that you are projecting, and the minute you think you are doing that I want you to walk away from your computer, go get something medicinal, and enjoy the day doing something else. Looking at clouds or something. Your life is too short. Your life and my life combined is too long.
I drink too much coffee, but I have quit smoking.
I would end by putting my location down, like "Stratford upon Avon," but if I typed my town's name here, it is so ridiculous as to cause you to chuckle and detract from the seriousness of this blog*.
*Pretty damn serious.
