Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years to late. Cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder, I'm an over forty victim of fate.

Some of it's magic and some of it's tragic but I had a good life all the way.

Life was just a tire swing. 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing. Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken, And I never knew a thing about pain. Life was just a tire swing.

Whether it's a letter, song lyrics, part of a novel, or instructions on how to fix a kitchen sink, it's writing. You keep your craft honed, you acquire the discipline to finish things. You turn into a self-taskmaster.

Maybe there is another who sees life not as a flickering candle but as a torch that can illuminate an undiscovered world.

Today there are two Madonnas, our lady of Fatima over here and that woman from Michigan.

If life gives you limes, make margaritas.