
When I was in my mid-60s I came to the realization that whenever I would be talking to someone, or attempting to explain something to anyone, I would use a story. Without being conscious of it, it was my voice saying, …’Ya know, I remember one time years ago…’

Upon further reflection, old people do a lot of reflecting, I came to see that I had a gob of ‘Great Stories’. As I was typing, a Fishfly (or some call them Mayflies) landed on the window where I could see its strange body. Fishflies only live a few days. Next week I will celebrate the 72 years I have been given.












Leave a Reply