Here I awake at the keyboard again I think maybe I sleepwalk and this is a security hole for me to hide in. Would like to brag and tell of all that I got for Christmas and show the world what great things I have but I have a weakness for honesty and I can only tell the truth. God gave me many gifts just before the doctor hit me on my ass and caused me to start this journey called life.
The greatest gift I have is friends and books. I love my friends and I love to read. I have you that read my nonsense continually and I have books I read continually. I read about 450 words per minute today but in the past I clocked at 1250 words per minute. Not record breaking but fair the same as my time in the boxing ring good but not great, my time shooting trap I averaged 95 out of a hundred not great but on occasion would hit 100 out of 100. Not great but good.
I spent most of my life moving dirt. I was either digging a hole for someone or burying one and I built many subdivisions in Utah and in California. I have built ski runs in Park City Utah I have placed fuel tanks for the police in Oakland California. Again, nothing perfect but I got by.
Why do I mention this just to show you that my ability to write is like everything else I have ever done it is not great but it gets me by. When God passed out looks I was in the back of the line and got what was left, I moved over to the brain line and it was also kind of short by then. That is where I meet most of my friends they were all together enjoying the fruits of their success and while joking and laughing I fell in love with people.
I was also handed things I like to do one of them I canβt talk about but I will share some of the others. Β I love to discuss things no one else wants to talk about. I love to tell of the wonderful things that happen to me. I am working on a favorite one for the first of the year. Among things that I enjoy is reading and writing. Years ago, I could type at approx.. 65 words per minute and that stopped like a stop sign was in front of me when my granddaughter ask me to prove it. Girls can be so rude.
So, anyway what you get today is what is left over after many years of testing the waters in many different cities and many different countries. I make no apologies because what you read is the best I can do with what I got. Not perfect, not great just what it is. Why should I complain about any gift God would give me? I am happy writing and if you can loose a few minutes reading and not feel your time wasted then we both come out ahead. Does everything we do have to be justified? When is it our turn to set down relax and just breath without others challenging us. That is my trump card the one I play when all else fails. βYou know I am 83 what do you expect?β Works every time.
Ok again nothing gained nothing lost but a good time had by all.
A Messenger,
Verl K.