I am a human being. This I know for sure. Everything else is suspect 🙂
Seriously, though. I’m not that complicated. I’m a middle-aged disabled man, married to an awesome woman and we have several kids and grandkids. One of the things that separates my wife and I from most others is that we lived as expats in the Republic of Panama for four years between 2018 and 2022.
We have four children between us, three of which are still alive and seemingly thriving. We also have three grandkids. Two live locally to us in the Atlanta Metro area, and one lives in Florida.
I have been a musician for over fifty years, however due to the complications of my disabilities, I cannot play as well as I used to. I have had several careers over the past forty years, some overlapping, but the one thing that has been consistent throughout those decades is my career as a journalist. During this time I have authored three books, wrote for the New York Times, was a weekly columnist for a McClatchy newspaper, published over 1200 newspaper and magazine articles, spent many years touring the country lecturing on constitutional law, participated in several televised debates, have been a guest on various television and radio programs, hosted three syndicated radio shows in New York City, North Carolina, and Georgia, and most recently hosted a local radio show in Boquete, Panama.
The only thing that makes things complicated for me is my health. I have Parkinson’s Disease, Diabetes, Peripheral Neuropathy, Ataxia, and cancer. Sounds like a lot, and I guess it is, but I try to keep a positive attitude and not let my disabilities effect my general outlook on life. Thus, I manage to enjoy myself most of the time. Hey, nobody gets out alive, right?
I remind myself constantly that in spite of my grumpiness from time to time, I am a happy person and I have people in my life who love and care about me. And this is absolutely wonderful!
Life is generally good, and that’s all anyone can really ask for.