My head will explode if I do not purge the information that runs amok within it on a continual and folly-filled basis; therefore I must convert it to the written word and commit it to ‘paper’. I invite you take this journey with me and follow my writings, musings, isms, and grisms…not to mention flotsoms and jetsoms…and polys and wogs. They may make you think, answer some questions, or perhaps simply entertain you. There is of course the last, and least, chance that what is contained in my writings may solely make you profoundly grateful that you are not me. <smile>
Please and Thank You.