My first love, I suppose, was my Mom, but I reckon that doesn't count.

Outside that, my first love has always beeen goils. My Martin comes second. Among goils there is none quite as well-loved as Best Beloved Wife, whom after thiorty years I am still getting to know.

Music, well, it is like breath, but like breath it gets taken for granted, it is so natural a part of my daily mind.


I am also inordinately fond of my car.

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