There's nothing quite like the first few drinks: the alcohol running through your body, that feeling. And then there's nothing quite worse than waking up in the morning realizing you have no idea when you went to bed (black out) or what you actually did! The remorse is awful.

Snowing to beat the bushes! Supposed to get up to 6 inches. Just a couple of years ago when this would happen (the snow), I would always get excited and go out: either to sled or hike. Now I'm just hanging out at home being lazy and started a new book: Blood Memory by Greg Iles. I tend to stay away from "bestsellers", but I've read one of his earlier novels and he's from the south and his stories take place in the south and I like the south. Bestseller or no, a good story is a good story.

Ezra Loomis Pound (1885-1972) said, "Men do not understand books until they have had a certain amount of life, or at any rate no man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents."

Gittin' a littul tipsy, listening to Little Feat. Wishin', Hopin', Thinkin' bout the past and the future. Not sure about anything anymore. Being 60 years old, I'm pretty sure the next decade is probably the most important of my life. LIFE!

Sir Isaac Newton (1642-1727) once said, "I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."

This is my first post, and I'm not sure why I'm even doing this; I mean the whole Blog thing? It all seems kind of a vain thing to do. Talking and writing about yourself. However, I'll go forward and see what happens. I just turned 60 back in October (a Boomer) and haved lived through an incredible six decades of American and World history.

Sydney J. Harris wrote: "Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time: it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable."