70 years old and despite a lifelong systematic search have yet to stumble across a suitable audience, not only for my ponderings, but no less so for my lack thereof. I shall soldier on however in such time as may remain to me knowing even so that that search is futile. I can be a stubborn cuss at times.
My need to be all that I am not. Very good. I like that very much.
71. I am 71. Jeez. Less time remaining than I had assumed. One day more is one day less, and the days speed by with increasing rapidity, gone in the proverbial blink of. Here today, gone later today. So... more
Me, a simple nonentity, born 1946/01/01 or 1946/01/01 Bruce ... I'd presumed you understood ... I had no intention in joining in with the fol-de-rol ... as far as I'm concerned anything that Wyatt... more