As much as I wanted to rejoin my friends on the Mother Road/Route 66 in Joplin MO it was not in
my best interest to leave my very humble home. Those of you who know me know everyday is a
struggle I do not care to admit to. After a frightful fall down the front stairs of my home I felt as
though that my 30's youth I boasted reminded me to cherish and to be grateful each time I made it to
unlock the door to the minivan in the driveway that has taken me from Revere Beach two blocks
away from where I live to the parking lot on the Santa Monica Pier over three thousand miles from
Wow! It is more difficult trying to make an entry on this blog versus writing in my journal where I
should not be editing anyway.
Sorry for the sound of regret but I'll have to change the name of this blog to "60's The New 40's". I
need to stop putting off today or yesterday what can be done by committing to do some serious
writing. I can write you know.