Starting Point

At 74+, I seem to be riding a lot on dreams, heartaches, memories, and my mind’s final, winding roads. I’ve had to redo this effort a few times and I still am not fully accepting that once again I will do this journey in my mind to completion.

So, I decided to cut my ties with work, and people, and focus on the last part of a life spent helping others way too much. There is so much to this decision. I’m not going to work at all on much web work anymore. I am restricted as to how much I can go out and shoot images. As much as I love doing that, my days may look over but, I am still not giving up on capturing my last roads, and I need a starting point, and it appears this is when the ending starts…

So, I am here, doing what I love to do, writing. I will leave links to some web places and people that if you want to get answers to web stuff, that can help, or you can search most anything out on the web. Just be ready to get tossed into the bag with Artificial Intelligence, apps, add-ons, and plugins. If I want, I may add a few A.I. articles, or plugins here, but I am not going to head to-tail with one.

Also, there will be informational pages plus, a blog page, which I shall call it, Rants, where I can rant, impress, cry, or threaten, but it will be just my inner old self speaking out about mostly random stuff. Also included in the menu, will be a few links. Just beware, they belong to me and they may contain harmful language or images that you may not like, but since they are copyrighted by me to me; there is not much you can do, except shut up and deal with it.

So, if you know me, welcome. For now, no comments until I get things sorted out. That may take a week or two, or a month or two. Whatever it takes, then I may allow comments, but they will be approved before they can be made public.

So it’s just me and a final ride I somewhat call; the reflections of my life. My last hurrah. A final curtain. A memory of a lost soul. A wave goodbye. A single tear-drop. A moment of hesitation. My last moment of sanity. The closing of a front door. A final goodbye.

Then blackness and my last journey, alone…

One Last Ride.