I had this idea to do a This is my story Post today, but I think I've already dropped a few packages along Blog Avenue with that address. I've blown the past big time, as I'm sure some of you have, and we're all human.

I think of my past now, as the last six or seven years. I moved from a beautiful log home at the Idaho base of the Grand Tetons, with Steph, my partner of twenty years.

We traveled to Tennessee in two trucks and a UHaul, with our cat Piper. She moved in with her daughter, and I got a small place on a dead-end street. Steph left me without an explanation and suddenly I'm a single old man in a small place, in a small town, in the deep South. Piper had a good life there for a couple of years, but passed.

I have to admit that I had a fun time. I traveled a lot, been to Roatan twice and Belize three times.

Life was OK, I was dealing with my Parkinsons but then I started falling and hitting my head.

As this year rolled towards Summer, things changed, my brain changed. Hell, I couldn't even tell you what month it was when I tried to kill myself.

I had accepted and analyzed my life, trying to figure out how I ended up there, and I didn't like what I saw. So I started making daily trips up the block for vodka, and began the process of saying goodbye.

My friends and family didn't accept it, and now I'm in Pensacola, FL.

So, that's the story about a seventy eight year old man, still alive after all these crazy years. I thank my grand-daughter and my son for whatever happens next!