There's a place for me. Somewhere a place for me.

Now that I have a place to say it, I'm not entirely sure what I want to say. In fact, I have to ask myself who in their right mind would care to read the words of a crazy old guy like me. Okay, I'm not really crazy. (Shut up, Jack!) It's just that I don't always look at the world the same as others. Don't get me wrong. Sometimes I totally get where everybody else is coming from. Unfortunately, however, there are times when I see things that bug the hoohah out of me even though nobody else seems to notice them. These are silly things like when someone eats a triple scoop ice cream sundae and washes it down with a Diet Coke. Or, when someone sets their air conditioner to 70 degrees all summer long and then bellyaches about being cold the first time the fall temperatures drop to 75. But, that's not what I want to write about. So, give me a few days to think it over. I know there are stories I need to tell you, poems I need someone to read, and many, as yet unthought of, profound thoughts that you really need for me to share with you. See you in a few days.