I have had a few people comment to me how I haven't posted anything in awhile. I had no idea there was such a demand! I am highly flattered and aim to please. So until I can organize all my happenings of the last two weeks, here is an excerpt from my personal history that my mom has asked all her kids and their spouses to write:
"The summer after I turned 16 (It was a big year for me), my uncle Ray, my mom’s oldest brother who was somewhere between his 1st and his 5th wife and hardly known, at the time, for responsibility, stopped by our house to show off his new motorcycle. My mom wasn’t home and I being newly licensed and therefore having an unhealthy and naïve fascination with all wheeled vehicles paired with my recently acquired teenage delusion of invincibility, found my uncle’s invitation to drive his new toy irresistible.
My uncle ran over and made me lay still for all of about 5 minutes. Then he put me back on the bike, drove me home, dropped me off on the sidewalk in front of my house, told me to feel better and road his crumpled bike quickly away before my mom could even come out and talk to him. Needless to say my mom was FURIOUS with her older brother when she found out what happened. To this day riding a motorcycle is always on the bottom of my list."