Author's Note

 

On a shelf in my garage sits an old can of paint.  In prying off the lid, I discovered, although there remains a great deal of paint in the can, because of its age, it is no longer useable.  No amount of stirring can revive it.

That caused me to consider the time when I, although still full of words, have become too old to stir them into cohesive sentences.  I hope to never write beyond the final bell.  That may require one of you to let me know when to say when.  I won’t take it personally, just say, Zobostic – hang up your pen, un-plug your computer and put your feet up.  It’s Miller time.

 

 

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