As of this day, I’ve been kicking around on this ball of dirt for a very solid forty one trips around the sun. As family lore would have it, the first words I uttered upon first viewing this joint were: I have come to kick ass and chew bubble gum.
I’ve been out of gum ever since. 😉
I imagine my last words will be something embarrassing like: I wonder what happens if I push this button?
Whereupon my tombstone shall bear the epitaph: Here lies Paul: father, husband, storyteller. Not so good with the button pushing.
Here’s hoping I’ve got a few more years before I happen upon that button. 🙂
Meanwhile, let me observe that I’ve been very fortunate when it comes to family, friends, my dayjob, my writing career, and (especially) my fans (that’s you). So thanks for your role in that. I’m grateful.