1. Puny, clumsy and inept, I was thrust terrified into the swift traffic of life’s main drag.
2. I mumbled, stumbled and fumbled my way through the rigors of my generation, avoiding most challenges and failing nearly all the rest.
3. Alcohol and Phenobarbital became my refuge and my sanctuary – and, my Judas.
4. Now, commencing my ninth decade upon this little ball of mud, with gratitude to Prayer and Providence I cultivate my thoughts and survey my convictions with some measure of satisfaction, bask in the doting attention of my life’s companion, conceal rather poorly the joy of entertaining my two young grandchildren, and raise as much Cain as I can with shifty-eyed politicians.
RBC 12/11/10
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