Have you ever tried an antibiotic that was more interested in making live miserable than curing your ailments? I hate antibiotics. To make matters worse, they seem to hate me.

On the flip side, however, I survived the medicine and the cure took over. Life is now wonderful again.

As for my latest effort called "Memoirs of a WW II Weatherman," I can almost see the tunnel at the end of the light. My nephew showed me how to use footers and headers and all that is left is trying to clean up the mess.

Mess? Yep. I'm not a completely organized writer by any measure including having to relearm the difficult art of how to keep my head on straight. Perhaps age is a factor. I celebrated my 90th birthday last month and am now gearing up for number 91. With luck, I might even catch up with my wife who is currently experiencing the trauma that comes with living to 91 and rapidly approaching 92.

It's a good thing that my wife doesn't surf the web. She might object to my mentioning her current age. I'll try to keep this newsletter hidden in the boonies so that she doesn't find out until either her daughter or granddaughter rummage through my writing and find out that I've been telling secrets that might better be left untold.

It is now time for me to get focussed on my memoirs again. Wish me luck. I might eventually get them published.

Hank
Author of "A Spoonful of Humor." plus three other books and over 100 articles for which I was paid.

P.S. Has anyone seen my spell checker?