Every now and then something happens that I want to write about, but I don't know who to write! These occasional postings ("bloggings") will be letters to family and friends, reflections on life in the seventh decade, and observations on anything that interests me. Feel free to use the Comments button to join in the conversation, or use the Delete button to end it!
After his son died in World War I, arguably the most brutal and meaningless war in history, Rudyard Kipling wrote a poem about it. The poem consisted of two lines:
posted by Bob/Dad/Granpa/etc. at 8:06 AM
I enjoy writing - and reading - and these comments will pretty much tell all that needs to be told "About Me". Life is good, indeed, and I hope to share that with you.
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