I thought that now I've got a little age on me, I must be getting pretty smart. I thought I knew it all, or at least most of it. Recent personal events took me down several notches...no, they flattened me. I didn't know squat. Everything I thought I knew was wrong. What a precarious predicament. Maybe everything I'm learning now will come back to flatten me again in another forty years. By then I imagine I won't give a damn anymore.

For me to have respect for another person's opinions, I must first acknowledge that my own may be completely wrong. As a matter of fact, there's a strong likelihood that they are. That's why I lend so much credence to the saying, "Out of the mouths of babes...." In my experience, experience doesn't count for much.

Regards, Neil