Not that the end of me would be bad. It does means this blog would end, and I've had more than a million hits in the last couple of months.

I know I'm an issue with the scarce family I have left. I'm sorry about that Riley Jessica and Shelby. And I suppose there are still a few diehard viewers out there that read this and still care. Referring to Skoge and Beryl I must add.

But what if I just bought the farm? In the first place it would have to be cheap, because my income base ain't what it used to be. Sorry, what a stupid expression, I mean just die. I can't believe I've lasted this long anyway. I watch the news talking about U.S. citizens, and I most certainly am one.

Born in a navel hospital in Long Beach, CA 79 years ago. My dad was a Pearl Harbor Navy veteran with a rich Texas background. My mom was as American as apple pie. I am as real a citizen as you can get, and I count!

Until I don't. I have no idea what value I give to the world now. My phone is out there with somebody, and hopefully they drop it by today. My value as a human has been rapidly declining for the last 25 years, but I still write about it.

All I can do now is say thanks. Thank you for wondering what kind of maddness I'm up to lately, how drunkingly stupid have I got lately, and I really hope I haven't dissappointed you.

Best wishes!