My Mom had a great line when I was a little boy and people called me “Crippled” or “Freak”. She reminded me; “Labels Are For Jars, Son” It’s almost funny to me, and I do mean the essence of irony. In 1981, my yet to be recognized “life path” took me from an FM Radio..

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I sometimes struggle with this blog. If you have been following it for a while, you’d know that I went through a “Ranting Phase” and it was exactly that…a rant, which of course is never “positive”! The trouble is, of course, always being “positive” can appear to be contrived and an avoidance of the negativity..

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