Back in the day, I was very active in martial arts. I trained 4-5 days a week; I competed at the local, regional and national level; and I was a tournament center judge. When I retired, I was a third-degree black belt in taekwondo. Most regional tournaments were close enough I could drive. One competition … Continue reading It didn’t add up
Everywhere a sign
No signs or maps, no GPS electronic voice guiding me through backroads and highways. Moving along tentatively, one step, one inch at a time. Hoping the path I choose is the right one.