It’s no great thing that I feel gratitude a dozen times a day. It would disgrace me if I didn’t. Fortune has billowed over me my whole life, none of it earned. It’s not that I don’t deserve it. It’s that no one ever does.
Birder, cat-lover, pilot, poet. Former lounge lizard, pauper, pagan, lifeguard, chauffeur,cop and martial artist, turned pacifist addiction writer. Tries to be a good husband, father and brother, and makes a decent friend. Likes to take pictures. Stumbling down the Middle Path, one day at a time.