I Would Rather Be Riding My Harley

I don't have an active internet connection for my computer. I don't remember much about using the word processing tools here at Blogger. There is only so much I can do with this iPhone, although it's obvious it's more than I originally thought.  But it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe ... I think Bob Dylan said that.

I am back on for a reason. There is a line of argument about something I want to pursue, when I finish figuring out how to express it. I'm grateful to some people though, for causing me to wake up again, at least for awhile. There's my wife.  And my mother.  God bless 'em.  Man, I sound like that character Howard Wolowitz, the aerospace engineer, on TV's the Big Bang Theory. Well, that's okay, I like the Big Bang Theory. There is also my father, my brother, my sister, my 4 daughters, my friends, D, W, B, my uncle, my aunts ... and a bunch of others. Cheez. What is this, a hoedown?

Still, I have something I feel I have to say - nay, want to say.  Soon.

But, quite frankly, I would rather be riding my Harley.