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It was a chilly night as I made my way to bed. Bev was already sleeping and before long, my eyes closed and my brain and body were very relaxed. It was 3:00 AM, when my eyes popped open from a dead sleep, thoughts were running through my head, like a river running to the ocean. What am I going to do now, retirement has struck like a five-pound hammer hitting a nail with the force of a hurricane. I sat up, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, stories and thoughts started to flow through my head, happy, sad and funny just a mix mash of everything, life flashing before my eyes. I laid back down tried to go back to sleep, and before I could enter that blissful state of hibernation for the second time, I thought you have had a good life, years full of happiness, tears, and adventures.I woke early and realized I was heading to my 67th year. Grabbed a coffee, sat down and cleared the cobwebs from my brain. Thinking, I should put some of my thoughts down on paper, before age makes them fade into oblivion. Why would one enter such a daunting task, keep the history and stories alive, more for my kids, relatives, and friends than anything else?As a result,
