Almost an Autobiography of Me

Each experience is a lesson learned,

the philosophers and historians tell us.

Some remember all the words from a

Shakespeare soliloquy. Chapter and

verse, some quote the bible, although

there are words some find too burden-

some by which to live. The carpenter

sawed a thousand boards, hammered

tons of nails before he became profi-

cient at his trade. The lion cub even-

tually turned play into the necessary

skills needed to hunt and sustain life.

Magellan could have never circum-

navigated the Earth without the guid-

ance of certain stars which shown the

way at night. So then, the man of the

world is said to have it made in know-

ing his place. Here I sit after seventy

two years of trial and error able to

recognize some of the mistakes I’ve

made, all I figure lessons learned along

the way. What then went wrong, and

conversely, what of that which I am

pleased to have achieved? Turn to chap-

ter 32, page 7084, My Formidable Years,

in the autobiography I never got around

to writing. No big deal, you would have

likely put the damned thing down around

page 302, because my story would have

almost for certain bored the crap out of

you far sooner. Tell me something about

yourself. Keep it short. Forgive me, I’m

strapped with a case of ADD; my attention

span is somewhat lacking.

Chris Hanch 3-19-19