I’m an old guy, born on April 2, which makes me a charge-ahead Ram for those who keep up with such as that. Born and raised in the southern part of Arkansas, but haven’t been back in many years although I am relatively close down here in the south Louisiana swamps. Before I settled, for good, down here I lived in many places, including Los Angeles, California to New York City and sundry stops in between. I was a vagabond for a big chunk of my life searching for what I already had, but was too stupid to know it. Traveled many roads, some of them almost killed me, but some gave me the wonderful memories I draw upon in these, the later years of my checkered life. I wasn’t a bum during my vagabond days because I had a great trade which meant I could stop in almost any town and find work. I was a linotype operator.