In a beautiful world pock-marked with ugliness.
Sometimes I feel as if I sit on the banks of sanity… While insanity rushes by, I’m cognizant that one misstep can sweep me headlong into the current.
Still there is a solace of sorts in watching the organized confusion cascade by me. Knowing, where I stand and where I could be.
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Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, Pocast Host, possessor of 2 cents, Blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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