All the men in my life have been two things: an epic and an epidemic.
I am an isolationist.
It has been an ache and a joy both to look over this big shoulder of mine at all my yesterdays.
Today or any day that phone may ring and bring good news.
We never had a bathtub. Mom would bathe me in the wooden or tin washtub in the kitchen, or in a big lard can.
I learned early in life not to judge others. We outcasts are very happy and content to leave that job to our social superiors.