After Fifty

It was interesting this morning, both younger children asked me what I was doing, as they saw me writing. Looking up at them with a goofy look, one my wife dislikes, I said, “I’m writing a book.” In today’s world someone sitting in a room writing, is perceived as being emotionally disturbed about something, so to put their minds at ease I explained my mission, think of it as a gift from my dad, who sent me that black journal, to my children, so one day they can pick this up and read the ideas and concepts that their dad had. If for no reason other than the smiles and warm felt love one may feel when getting to know another person that took the time to write down their memories.

Paul Anthony