I am in Costa Rica and would like to tell of the wonderful events in my world. Yesterday while in town with Joss, we ran Nanci and Barry and had the opportunity of introducing Nanci and Joss. Nanci offered joining her and Barry for dinner at her house. I declined that and told I wanted to have just Joss and myself for a private dinner.
Last night I too Joss to a very nice place in Puerto Viejo. The three of us had dinner, three. Yes, there was Verl, Joss and her phone. The evening starts out with her taking pictures of the champagne, then the meal. I think most of you now get the picture as an older (I could have said an old SOB) I would like others to know that it is not the difference between 82 and 41 that most would believe. I have taken Joss many places from Cancun Mexio to San Jose Costa Rica and have been in bed with her many a night and as God is witness have not violated her woman hood. But having learned that the part of life that is different is not what others would expect. As I talk and watch the younger generation, I find they somehow are drawn into the phone and not personal things. I have no doubt that if I were to get into the opportunity of making love to Joss as any woman of this generation that at my age should I be able to raise the draw bridge it would be really hard to get the ship into anchor with a camera over ones shoulder.
Has life changed so much that what the value of personal life has left us? I have written on this but have not been able to get into my head how different the world has changed in my life. Another thing that I dislike is I cannot write to you without something writing what I am going to say. I do not mind being corrected but I dislike when the thing puts the next word on here before I say it. For instance, I never capitalize the letter when I write but someone else decided for me that it must be a capitol letter. Very seldom do I feel that the I am that important that brings me into focusing on me and I would rather focus on the subject. Correct me but please donβt tell me what to say.
A Messenger,
Verl K.