Who Am I? Why Am I Here? When's Lunch?

Oh, yes.  I was introducing myself.  But then the oven went "ding" and that meant the ribs were done.  I love you all dearly, my new writing friends.

But these were RIBS!

So, now that we've answered one of the questions in the headline, let's address the others.

Elkridge, Maryland, to be exact.  Just on the southern rim of Baltimore County, which surrounds the City of Baltimore which, in its smug, arrogant way, refuses to participate in being associated with Baltimore County which is just as well since Baltimore County is a much nicer place.

Elkridge is in Howard County, which I like to tell people was named after one of the Three Stooges.  Shemp, in particular.

I'm lying when I say that, but does it really matter?

I'm a 57-year old guy who has had Parkinson's disease for 12 years.  I was diagnosed three weeks after my 45th birthday.  And now, the disease has progressed to the point where my mobility is severely limited and I can no longer manage the commute to and from my former gig as a writer/editor for the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda, Maryland.

I loved that job.  And I loved the people I worked with.  Still do.  Love them, that is.  I don't work with them any more.  I'm retired now.  Had to.  Couldn't handle the commute.  But I said that already.  That's another thing about Parkinson's.  It makes me ramble.

But God wasn't done with me yet!

My dad died of cancer at age 54 in 1983.

My twin brother died of a stroke at age 49 in 2004.

My older brother died of cancer at age 54 in 2008.

My older sister died of cancer at the age of 57 in 2009.

Now, God has decided that one disease in my immediate family isn't quite enough.  So, to complement my Parkinson's disease, God has decided to show us his love by giving my wife throat cancer.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!  Such a funny fellow, this God.

But I don't actually believe that.  Oh, I believe in God.  I believe in my wife.  I believe in Parkinson's.  I believe in throat cancer.  But I just don't think God has all that much to do with it.

Remember, this is GOD we're talking about.  The Omnipotent, All Powerful, Creator of Everything.  I just don't think he's all that concerned with our petty concerns, although I do believe he answers prayers... as long as you pray for the right thing.

And the right thing... the ONLY right thing to pray for...

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