Setting up this blog tries the patience of this aging boomer. I've got lots of time on my hands and have lots on my mind to let see the light of day.
The holiday season beckons, and nostalgia is strong for the seemingly more innocent times of the past. It's all BS; we were no more innocent than the current era. The fact we successfully survived the nuttiness of past years dresses that period with a fuzzy innocent glow.
This year has been a series of stresses that were almost nonstop, but more on that later.
Just going over these few sentences makes me realize I've got to be more specific in future posts.
