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Why A Blog Now???!!!


OH, NO...YET ANOTHER BLOG!!!!
The internet is filled with blogs of every variety, taste, quest for knowledge and interest.  Why add my blog to this cornucopia of media?

1. I HAVE TIME:  At almost 73 years old and freshly retired from a long career in Medicine, I finally have time to get all my memories and thoughts in print.
2. MY MEMORY IS VERY MUCH INTACT: As the human brain ages, it tends to pare down neurons that are no longer useful. Blogging is a useful exercise to help this paring become more selective.
3. I HAVE HAD A RICH, FULL, AND HAPPY LIFE: I have taken many roads which would have ordinarily been untaken and I want to share this and perhaps help others to take some chances in life.
4. MEMORIES GIVE ME JOY AND SOLACE:  ...all the more joyful to share them!

MY MISSION:

WHY A LIFELONG CHILDHOOD???
      Childhood is a time of exploration, acquisition of new skills, play, education. adventures, time with loved ones, loving and being loved.  It has provided me with rich everlasting memories of good times and bad, successes and failures. It has also given me a connection with all those who were part of my life, still with us or departed.  Despite maturation and "seasoning" I continue to fulfill my childhood by remembering the many stories of my life. Some, I hope you will laugh at while others, bring a tear to your eye.  I would like to share these with whoever would like to join me on this nostalgic journey.

Sandy Mayer

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