I am really grateful for my catholic school education. I am about 62 and had the quality years in good schools that had good teachers. We had 43 kids in the class most years and only one adult. Often it was a nun. They were scary as hell. But the time was spent learning, reading and listening to interesting stuff. I listened.

As a child I believed the god parts too. The same education and training they gave me lead to an understanding of the truth that was not allowed in a catholic school. I am what my teachers made me. I learned what they offered me. Reading was my ticket to the universe.

My sixth grade teacher started every day with a new question. What would you do if the sun did not come up tomorrow? What would you do if the school lunch made us all very sick? What would you do if a bird started talking to you? Later in the day we would all share what we thought. A whole year of that! It created the me I am today.

That very year, we started having drills when the air raid siren went off. I was too fat a child to get under the desk. The other kids laughed at me. My Teacher, Mr. Kuntz got down on his hands and knees and sat beside me as "we died." Before he got up he said that I just needed to make sure wherever I went I dug a big hole for myself.

I have spent my life always being prepared and ready for myself, my family and my friends. I may not be smart. But I am ready and willing to help out when needed. A lot of what I do I write about on this place is at least helpful in its context.