In my nearly misspent youth, I briefly aspired to a life of a wandering bohemian or a carefree bojangle. But I grew up and spent 35 years toiling as a journalist writing about the world around us. Today I devote myself to working for a non-profit agency helping people, something I probably should have done from the beginning. But I do not regret my past. I have lived and I have loved. I have raised a family, or perhaps it raised me. I have been a TV news anchorman and a newspaper editor. I have chased crooked politicians and have flown aboard high performance jet planes. I have mingled with the famous and the obscure. I have gone toe-to-toe with angry, right wing simpletons including Rush Limbaugh himself. I have been demeaned by oily bosses but praised by others of great honor and integrity. I have written about good people, bad people, spacey people and people going into space. I am a writer and a teller of tales, tall ones and short ones. But I require no audience, only a stage. I blog because I breathe. This blog gives me the chance to express my thoughts my way whether anyone listens or not.