I don’t know if I am a good writer. I’m certainly not a blogger. I just enjoy making words appear on the monitor’s screen. If I’m lucky the words convey my feelings and tell a story. A bunch of sentences and paragraphs recalling what my childhood was like between 1945 and 1957 … after that I turned 13 and childhood was over. I had become a teenager with a whole new set of stories that I cannot begin to entertain until I finally get this damn thing done for my kids who are adults. I want to leave them with something they can read to know me as more than Dad. I started this project in 2000 and sometimes neglect it for months or years. It’s hard work. Would blogging help me to keep at it? Maybe I’ll find out.