Looking back on being alive over the last sixty-seven years. Family, love, war, work, writing, and all the mundane stuff that's gone into my time on this planet. Ego run rampant? Maybe.
I've started in on a new Uncle Emil story. Once again I don't know where it'll go. Emil has a mind of his own. He takes me along simply to fill in the details. Make them more real than the daydreams they are. Guess that means we need each other.