After Fifty

It was interesting this morning, both younger children asked me what I was doing, as they saw me writing. Looking up at them with a goofy look, one my wife dislikes, I said, “I’m writing a book.” In today’s world someone sitting in a room writing, is perceived as being emotionally disturbed about something, so to put their minds at ease I explained my mission, think of it as a gift from my dad, who sent me that black journal, to my children, so one day they can pick this up and read the ide...