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But, as I questioned whether “my level of thinking was a “worthwhile effort”, I felt compelled to address areas that appear to be quite troublesome.
Maybe my being retired forced my confronting of these concerns. Until this time my career and my family consumed my thinking and efforts.
Anything but a “writer”, I consulted THE ELEMENTS OF STYLE, by Strunk and White. Please understand my amateur editing and typing attempts.
Maybe the “glitches” don’t matter as much as Strunk and White’s final advice: “Your whole dutyas a writer is to please, satisfy yourself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one”. Now, as a grandparent and 73 years old, maybe this level of thought needs to be represented.
Granted not a high-level, but nevertheless, mine.
• “There’s a big gaping hole in my chest where my heart was, And a whole in the sky where God used to be.
My American dream fell apart at the seams,
You tell me what it means; you tell me what it means.
Willie Nelson and Bob Dylan (HEARTLAND).