So where was I?

Memory problems are a bitch. Sometimes the long term stuff comes back and knocks the short term stuff out of whack.

Top off the recipe with a few dozen concussions of various degrees and the possibilities for mid-life confusion are boundless!

So where was I? Throughout my formative years I was a hardscrabble sort with a physicality that suggested NFLer... or maybe cop. I was neither. Don't get me wrong: I loved Sundays as much as the next guy, and Dunkin' Doughnuts was a second home. But I never started varsity and I never earned a real badge.

I worked for a living and for twenty-something years, I surrendered my identity to the machinations of industry. I never bent willingly to the will of the management, but I was damned productive.

Sometime after my wife saved my life, I began to wake up.