I've been lucky with the jobs I've had in my life, none of them, I might add, with the post office. Generally, when I discovered they were driving me nuts, I'd quit. No family to support and no one depending on me to put food on the table has meant I could just leave and worry later. It's one of the advantages of the solitary life and I've made use of it.

I'm still not certain I've found that fit I've been looking for, but changing times and technologies have created more interesting choices. I like to write, but I don't like to write books. I don't want to be a reporter. I don't want to write glowing copy promoting somebody's company. I know these things having learned them in the usual manner: skinned knuckles, bruised brain and bankruptcy.

I don't want to publish magazines. I don't want to edit magazines. I don't want to earn my living shooting photographs for the same reasons: done that, didn't work, don't have the passion or the energy or the talent.

I like this technical stuff, this computer software and hardware business that I've done for some time now with varying degrees of success. What in the world might combine them together: writing, but not too much; graphics and design, but just a little; writing programs and tweaking computers? I've had to wait 50 years, but maybe this web thingy will provide some answers. At least it gets me up in the morning and fires me up at night to write this whatever it is journal then puts me to bed at night thinking, well, this is weird, but I'd like to get up and do it all over again tomorrow. (Without going postal except occasionally, like this afternoon, when the line is too long and only one stinking clerk is manning the station.)