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 living as an expat in the Republic of Panama. I am married to an awesome woman and we have several kids and grandkids. The kids and grandkids live in the States and we see them about once a year.
I enjoy playing music and have been a musician for over fifty years. I cannot play as well as I used to due to my pesky Parkinson’s Disease, but that doesn’t stop me from sitting behind my drums or keyboard and musically assaulting a perfectly good song.
I have had several careers over the past forty years, but the one thing that has been consistent throughout those decades is my career as a journalist. During this career, I have authored three books, wrote for the New York Times, was a weekly columnist for a McClatchy-owned newspaper for ten years, published over 1200 newspaper and magazine articles, spent ten years touring the country lecturing on constitutional law, participated in several televised debates, been a guest on various other television and radio programs, hosted three syndicated radio shows in New York City, North Carolina, and Georgia, and I currently host a local radio show here in Boquete, Panama.
The only thing that makes things complicated for me is my health. As I mentioned earlier, I have Parkinson’s Disease. I also struggle with Type 2 Diabetes, Hereditary Peripheral Neuropathy, and skin 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 here in this beautiful country. 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.