N.W. IllinoisDon't Call Me 😉email@example.comI'm available all of the time, to a select few. I write honestly and it reads as an open book view into my life. In person, however, I am guarded and prefer to be left alone. You can comment, share and read at your own will. Somewhere, someone needs to read what I write. I write, only, to reach that someone.
My roommate Dee Cee and I in the dayroom of 12th Evacuation Hospital circa 1989-90. The dayroom was the hub of activity after duty hours since it held a foosball table, an air hockey table, a few chairs and a T.V.