Who am I, this old man right at the beginning of being really old, bumping up against eighty, asks?
Around 1963 I discovered that I was smart. I was also a star athlete, musician, and an overall outsider in high school. Hit the road in the summer at sixteen, graduated high school later on at night school.
In the late sixties I was into everything. The seventies brought me through college and into a brilliant computer career, that extended on to a couple of years ago.
Now I love to write and share my words with the world. I still have so many memories that will never be saved, but I will record as many as I can.
The bottom line is, life is a document. If you don't record it, it's gone, as are you.