I packed the trophies gently (not) into a dumpster and retired at fifty in order to spend a year in the wilderness - a year of solitude. It was a goal I set for myself when I was sixteen. I figured that age would nicely separate the first half of my existence from the second. An intermission of sorts.
Life is as diverse as I ever imagined. Am more interested in the connections between things than the things themselves, although some things are pretty nice in their own right. Becoming a child again is trickier than I thought. Living in the country - flyover country, happily, among singing birds and happy crickets with Lovely Rita, two dogs, and a wraparound porch. Quadraphonic peace.
For music, I like the sounds of a puppy's tail wagging, wind through the trees, and a beautiful woman's sigh.
Here's a random question: What the heck was all that back there?