Good morning, Netizens...
Today, December 30th, is my 64th birthday, which given my predictable penchant for getting myself into troublesome situations, is probably much older than anyone, myself included, should have expected I would reach. But, as I observed awhile ago, the wiring and plumbing still work, so I have no complaints.
Given my various medical predicaments, since I have one more year until I achieve the questionable value of reaching the age when I can file for Social Insecurity, I am nearly to the point where the government subsidies will kick in. That will bring to a close to the endless questions about what it is I do for a living and thus my penchant for paying huge medical bills will end. It is sort of like being a disabled veteran of a Foreign War but without the feeble excuses for medical care at the VA hospital and were it not for my doctor with lustrous bedroom eyes who tends my ailments with acumen and skill, I might not be here at 3:00 in the morning, hammering on the keyboards.
My life has been one hell of a run, beginning with the still-unexplained assassination of the late President John F. Kennedy driving huge trucks through the crazy sixties and seventies, from the Midwest, through Colorado to the San Francisco Bay Area and eventually moving to the Spokane Area. Who would have dreamed I would survive the Sun Myung Moon and the Moonies only to end up with Crazy Joe Shogun as our City Council President? There are a lot of parallels there, you know.
Some, in retrospect, may ask, how the hell did I end up in this journalistic fricassee called Community Comment, anyway? That's quite a story in and of itself. Some blame the former editor of the Spokesman-Review, Steve Smith, for my abiding daily presence on the Blogs, but I've had a good multi-year run at this project, and with the capable assistance of a few good friends, we still stand tall before the mast each day, attempting to account for the imprint of history upon our foreheads, with dignity and some courage.
We're moving forward. I've seen a lot of dear friends pass away on this dirt road, but still others are patiently trodding the path with me, and waiting for that uncertainty that awaits us all at the end of life. My only guideline, my only goal is that I complete this run with dignity and grace.