I should like to begin this very moment a new venture in the creation of a place for like minds to gather and think over the human events that bring us joy and sorrow and make us ask the deep questions of living and meaning. Here I should present in plain and simple English what I find to be interesting or funny or serious or important for others to think about also.

Once I stood before a class of young minds and said how many days do you believe the average life shall have? We did not then have instant food or instant answers or clouds of computing knowledge so they gave me the Bible answer of “seventy” years.

“How many days is that then?” I inquired of my young teenage history scholars.

And we decided it was around 21,000 days. They were sixteen years and I was many more than sixteen. I think I only had about 4,000 days to go and they had about 18,000. This got everyone’s attention for at least a few serious minutes.

Bukowski the plebian poet said “the days run away like horses over the hills” I said to my class. And they have.

But I have Frost to guide me and miles to go before all the horses have run all the way out of view. Return when you may to the stories of life past and present from one who taught the meaning of life between the lines of the dead knowledge of the American high school.

I have tales to tell of the Rx Ranger, of “Paw Gee” and my grandson caught between two worlds-one the world of words and the other the kingdom of number-one his grandfather-the other his able genius computer code creator father.

As my anonymous friend at the bookstore said, “Let the adventure begin”…with the first day in my Kindle Kingdom…

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