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Beginnings

Over the past few years I have begun to recall so many things that have happened during my life.  Most of it has been very good as I have done well.  I have achieved.  I have thrived.  Most of it has been interesting and memorable (to me), and some of it has been bad for me and for others who are, or were in my life at the time.  I could say that everything good was because of my effort and all the bad was someone else fault but that would be dishonest.  Most of what is bad is definitely my fault even though others may have played a part in it.  Bad decisions have bad consequences most of the time.  My blog is only to remember it, to record it, and to pass along a few life lessons.

So I will start adding to this on a semi-regular basis.  I will include snippets of experiences that I've had that made an impression on me.  Some of it will be just opinions on controversial issues from the past and current events.  You may not agree and that's OK because I'm fine with not agreeing with you, but we should still have civilized discourse.  I hope that you agree with that, at least.

Feel free to comment.  Oh, and if family members read the family history and want to correct the record just let me know.  (I will make no disparaging remarks in writing...I'll call you)

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