On February the seventh in the year of 1961 a screaming baby boy was born. Upon receiving pen and pad he stopped screaming. It would be years later before he figured out what to do with them, but hey he stopped screaming. And, fortunately for his parents, isn't that what's important?
My name is Jim, I am both glad and blessed to have found this group. I shall do my best not to embarrass myself. I am new to writing pieces that others can read and decided since I am nearly sixty why keep it boxed. Though many may question this decision, I shall not be detoured, until blocked. I sincerely seek guidance and will now curb my smart-alecky nature. Thank you