Several years ago I decided enough was enough. I had what it took to write---I was in favor of the written word, I had a goofy family, a sick bunch of friends, and a computer--- so I marched into the office of our local newspaper and pitched the idea of writing a humor column each week. The editor was skeptical. It was a small town and he knew me so he felt compelled to ask me "Will it be the truth? You know, as a newspaper that is what we publish." I thought for a moment. "It'll be LIKE the truth, only way better." The editor gulped and slid me a contract across the table. I wrote for our local newspaper for 8 years before we moved to the Eastern Shore about 18 months ago. Funny things are still happening around me, I am still in favor of the written word, my family will never get it together, my new friends are a sick bunch, and I still have a computer---so I guess I am not done writing yet.