Well, I said, my greatest fear is that I take to my rocker or porch chair and drink gallons of coffee and sit around complaining about all the other folks I know who have a life. It has been my privilege to have been given many more years of life than my family, friends, and I have ever expected me to have. And, miracle of miracles, it looks like I will have a few more. The Old Man died at the age I am now (he passed w/ 13 years sobriety) so, this is how I look at it, I am covering new life ground for both him and me, Both of us. And, no matter how sick, The Old Man kept moving.

And I intend to do the same. 

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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