I was never career oriented. I developed a wide range of interests because I was an early reader with an appetite for knowledge and information. My dad was a reader and he subscribed to enough magazines that I always had lots of free content. By the time I was a teenager, I was buying the content I wanted att the newsstand when my paper route collection day came around on Friday.

For all the reading I?ve done in my life, I was never drawn to write and I have no explanation. It was the mid eighties before I had anything to say and no one to say it to beyond my immediate family. But I found a few places locally I could write and publish at little personal expense beyond the time. The process fascinated me and it was always a cheap thrill to see my words in print. I accepted that few people would read what I had to say or had any interest in my subjects. I was not discouraged by the fact that no one I knew ever came up to me and said; ?I read your article and I liked it?. All my personal satisfaction came from the process and knowing I expressed myself clearly and siimply, so that I enjoyed reading what I wrote. It was simply a hobby and a creative outlet.

Five years ago I developed a visual impairment that substantially altered my lifestyle. A close friend urged me to write some of the things we talked about when we were together. When she made me a gift of her old PII computer and I discovered I could read light text on dark fields, I acted on her advice. So began my re education.

I wrote about the things I had learned over the years. Because I was a rat race drop out by 1980 and forsook my material desires for the so called good life, I developed a very alternative point of view o