Sometimes memories are all you have. As I sit here trying to organize a few random thoughts, it dawns on me that all thoughts are random. At least all of mine are.
For starters, I really hate to brag, but I think I'm gonna make a pretty good old guy. I wasn't much at childhood. My mom told me that I was special so I didn't really know until later in life. I really failed as an adult. I questioned everything. Sex; politics; inequality based on race, economics and gender; neckties; religion.
Whatta' ya rebelling against, Ronny?
Now, I realize that I learned all that I know about love from dogs.
I seem to have rambled here.