I've been writing down little slices of my life for years. Folks in the small pond I live in have been making me happy, telling me how my scribblings have made them smile - remembering. When I digress, which I do with some frequency, they often comment that my musings about life and living often strike a similar chord in their lives. This gives me pause, as the world that revolves in my head is often a strange and curious place, unlike that of normal...