Being Scared While Having Fun
Rick called me the other day. No reason, he explained. Just wanted to talk.
He told me he’d finally gotten around to starting what I had urged him to do — write a book about his life. He’d already given it the tentative title of My First Life As I Remember It. He’d told me enough about his adventures when he was years younger that I agreed the title was most appropriate.
I mean, this guy has stories that will have you on the edge of your chair anticipating or falling off it with laughter.
He’s already written poems so … Read the rest “Being Scared While Having Fun”
