The wind is blowing on this last day of February, perhaps in preparation for the ides of March. It is a pleasant breeze in anticipation of the rest of 2025. This year, I am 50 years from High School. I set out on my own the morning after graduation. Thin and with a full head of black hair. I wanted to be a minister. The Bible and faith fascinated me…still does.

My plan was to make enough money to support myself. Church work was my passion. My first job was at Essex International manufacturing wire harnesses for Chrysler vehicles. After the work day, I was so tired that I took a nap on the floor of the church, which I was also staying at until I could get on my feet.

February is MJ’s birthday on the 24th. My birthday is October 24th and we were married on March 24th. 47 years this March. Every day is an adventure. A new world with opportunity and increasing awareness. I retain many of the things I heard, felt, and observed as a child. I have changed in significant ways over 67 years.

We live in change. My good friend just messaged that he is moving to Africa. How wonderful!

Home is where you have a sense of place. It is easy to be misplaced. We can live as a square peg in a round hole. We introverts often feel misplaced when it is not our fault, but the chattering class surrounding us, not understanding that everyone is not like them.

‘I was watching the artists draw in art class,’ Billy B said with a smile. ‘They see an inner beauty or the eye of the mind that we do not all see,’ Billy B continued. ‘Many are quiet and introverted but have a rich inner life and care deeply about others,’ Billy B noted.

‘I have always been a bit quiet,’ Chet said. ‘I would rather observe than speak unless I have something to say,’ Chet continued. ‘I write my thoughts and what I have seen in a blog daily,’ Chet noted. ‘If we all talk at once…who will listen,’ Chet asked?