Not much to say. Born in the fifties, raised in a small-ish "city" (Boise) with all the Americana a fella or fellette could ask for in the '60's and '70's. I had a paper route, a Schwinn Sting Ray, and a handful of friends that I saw every single day, most often all day. I tried my hand at the usual things, sports, music, but never really found my talent with the exception of being able to grind it out when it came to working a job.
4 brothers and sisters, I'm a middle kid. My dad had no business having that many kids emotionally or financially, but mom insisted on raising us Catholic and birth control was a "sin", so, you know, "Gods will."
I guess dad's drinking problem was "Gods will" too. He managed to work that out eventually, but the family dynamic made my formative years a trial. I'll let it go at that. I don't wallow in the past but I'm aware of my cynical outlook and I try and keep it to myself the best I can
I'm 65, retired, I reckon I can survive on what I squirreled away unless something radical happens, and I have some good friends that like to see me and I like them.