I’d like to say I’m old and wise, but I can only swear to being old. This month, March of 2018, marks my seventieth birthday. I’ve even learned how to spell Septuagenarian for the occasion.
If you’re interested in how I came to write, you can visit About Scribblegal, on my previous blog. All that is ancient history now.
My non-fiction has been published in a few magazines and newspapers, and I’ve written 155 blogs. My attempts at writing fiction have so far fallen flat; however, to quote Fats Waller, One never knows, do one?
I hope I can continue to find the humor in my life, so as not to focus too much on the mind-boggling political and social upheavals dominating the United States right now.
