Don’t Remember.

Birthday coming up next month, a lot of memories going through my head.  Mostly about the different things that I have done, but unless I have suppressed the young and reckless ones, I have lived a very matter of fact type of existence.

Entering school as I did in the late 50s, my memories of then are how I always looked forward to a time when I would be able to W O R K. Now days not so much. Such is life for old farts.