Description

This work is simply the crazy thinks of one man's life starting at age eight in 1948 and continuing to retirement in 2004. Probably not much different that many of you readers. The thoughts start in a small Midwestern town where growing up was strictly biological and without direction or purpose. A place where things were done because that was what you did. A time when everything seemed predestined. The stories were gathered by traveling on the roots of lightning strikes as they formed spider webs across the sky: by flowing with Kandinsky strokes down his canvas; from trekking the aortas to their essence; floating along with receding notes of warbling song birds; drifting with the lazy smoke from Colorado log cabins; and discovering where giggles of glee from children at first discovery call home. Come along with me and share in the Crazy Thinks.