A friend of mine said to me not so long ago, after we’d been reflecting on things we’d done throughout our lives, that my history would make interesting reading. I don’t know about that; all I can do is put it out there and let people make up their own minds. If nothing else, what follows here is a record for my kin and kindred of what their somewhat eccentric forebear was all about. Or maybe not. Maybe writing down the story means something, maybe not: maybe it’s important, maybe not. It is to me.
An ongoing personal history.