This is probably my final collection of stories, but who knows At this writing, I'm only 79 and a half so I very well may rattle on enough to fill another one of these "blog books."
By the way...I'm pretty sure these things are all done by machines...which explains why pictures may appear in strange places....and "captions" sometimes wind up as the first sentence of the story...etc.....I've tried to solve that by deleting all the captions before this book goes to print....
But....who knows.
My wonderful sister "Kak" passed away this year, and as far as I know she was the only person who ever read any of my "books," however, perhaps sometime in the future one of my grandkids or someone may thumb through one or two of them.
But, more and more, that's becoming less and less likely, since the way things are going, the art of "reading" will be lost in about 20 years or so.
But, it ain't my fault; nor is what has been happening to our once great country in the past 10 or 15 years.
Here, in the year 2015, I find myself...a white, straight, conservative male...among the most hated groups of people in America.
People like me are the ones who founded this greatest country in history.
And we are not the ones who are tearing it down.
May God help us.
Lee/Ed
