The Final Countdown

“Dad had a stroke.” Those words will snap you into wakefulness before your first cup of coffee on a Saturday morning. Those words snapped me into wakefulness before my first cup of coffee on Saturday morning. My sister called at 1:30 am. With the schedule we’ve been on lately, we would have usually been up….

I’m not dead. That’s the good news or bad news, depending on your like or dislike of me and how much you wish that I would be purged from the Earth for your own personal sanity. I may, however, have suffered slight brain death from writing far too much craptastic money-making nonsense, instead of my…