November - Foxtrot - Whiskey I’ve been putting this off for SOOOO long...I took care of some of it a few weeks ago (the really major stuff), but this should get me “right.” I turned 76 in August. As anyone who knows me F2F, I would always say that I never expected to hit 55, let alone 76. Don’t get me wrong; I’ve had a decent life, considering. I am grateful for that. Practically every position/career I’ve had since age 12, however, has been centered around helping others in situations most folks would not enter voluntarily; it was “in the blood” of the family. At the same time, I have this really strong feeling that I’m “not done.” Allow me to blither on a bit, and try to clarify. After all of it, you may feel free to simply say, “Yeah, she’s nuckinfutz! (my word)” and move on, or halfway pay attention. In the latter case, there may be something worth your retaining. Up front...it is my firm (and reasoned) belief that our nation is on the razor’s edge ...