About Ian

He is 2nd generation American. It is one of the things about him that I am most proud of.

He respects life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

He balks out when things get dicey here in the ongoing conversation about my life between my ex and my father.

They are key, a monolith, even, in the current social engineering which is such a big part of this pandemic.

We went atopic. That is MY WORD. I came up with it at the Tower Unit in Reading.

Like, not utopic or dystopic; atopic: no boundaries, like the mountains and vallies and borders are all slipping into a lake

That’s how they have used me all along. My writing, my wit, it goes to one or the other of them and becomes part of public policy and I get poverty. Not even enough to eat. And now that things are coming together they just want to leave me in the drainage ditch to find my way on my own. Yes the pandemic has provided a fantastic opportunity for intelligent men to restructure and reorganize and straighten out this crazy messed up world. Everybody’s down. Then, the Ukraine. But that is minor compared to what could have happened.

In this pandemic climate. At first it was just like everybody had a bad cold but then, to the best of my understanding everybody started heating up instead. I am becoming a confirmed invalid and cutting back my presence and my responsibilities. That leaves my son as the one sane, human, and responsible person on the planet. Or at least, the only one who was taught by me and that took A LOT of background work over my lifetime and my family’s and his father’s family’s lifetime. I have striven at all times to be open to learning of all decent kinds. And face off against evil forces that abounded. And I am so pleased to see the compassion and positive ethos developing in Ian. At this point it is all in the Lord’s hands. But for that to go right, everybody has to do what they are called to do. Praying.