Today is my 72nd birthday. Been a fun ride. So far, my eighth decade has been good to me, not counting the pandemic and culture war taking to the streets and all. (Murder hornets don’t seem to be here yet, but they say the cicadas are due…a plague of locusts on top of everything else. How many Horsemen of the Apocalypse do we have on the racetrack now? I’m losing count.)
I feel 27 on the better days, but that could just mean I’m old and dyslexic. (And repetitive, ‘cause I seem to remember saying something similar on my last birthday…old people do that, you know.)
Backwoods Home founder Dave Duffy has asked some of his writers for short biographies. Mine is up currently.