March 2, 2019 Lucky to be alive and to not have hurt anyone else. Shared with Your friends Lucky to be alive and to not have hurt anyone else. I've always felt secure driving in any weather in my BIG jeep with extra big wheels. Outside of a few kinks put in my bumpers over the years, I never have had an accident in my life. This morning, there was a flicker of snow coming down. Roads were totally clear, a little wet, nothing unusual. I was heading south on 95, which has 4 lanes, cruising in the far left, accelerating to pass the car to my right, and settle into the middle lane ahead of him. Most cars go between 77-80 mph in the passing lane here. I was almost past him, and just about to put on my blinker when suddenly my car spun and I, at 79 mph, was now PERPENDICULAR to oncoming traffic --- coming at me at high speeds too -- and heading right for a big long 18 wheeler. I quickly calculated I was going to connect with the back 1/4 of that huge beast so I must have instinctually
Yesterday was a BIG day. I finally opened an air-tight box which contained my few, most prized journals, wrapped in acid free paper, stored for over a decade. Ten years! I hadn't realized it had been that long. While there are many things of far greater monetary value, nothing compares to how precious these journals are to me. Their pages contain my raw experiences, captured in the moment, as I did the rare thing of living a long held dream -- a dream that ended up surpassing even my wildest hopes and imaginings: spending four weeks by myself in Paris, in an apartment I rented, just writing, reading, eating, observing, listening and walking at all hours, as I pleased. Twenty five years later, I decided to finally turn those journals into something polished - for myself at least, to publish at best. It was a bucket list item for me as a writer - but in that highest category of things you must do to leave this world without regret. In 2013 took them with me when I rented a house o