A Blog? Me?

I just finished reading a book review by a dear friend who was dissatisfied with the way the author was forced to 'fill in the blanks' in parts of the subject's life.  I too find that very frustrating.  And, so, a blog was born to guarantee no one will ever have to fill in the blanks when writing my autobiography.

As you have probably all heard, an FBI agent thought long dead has turned up alive in Iran.  The story took me back to a time many years ago - 1967.  I was 5 years old.  On our way home from visit to Pittsburgh, my father stopped in Point Pleasant, WV, to show us the Silver Bridge which had recently collapsed.  There were 46 dead and two missing. I remember looking out across that bridge that ended in nothingness. My dad wondered aloud if the missing had perhaps just seized the opportunity to start new lives somewhere far away without the responsibilities they had foolishly acquired in this life.  Perhaps there was a job they hated?  A wife they no longer loved?  Too many kids?

I started keeping a VERY close eye on my dad.

And....I began to fantasize about doing that very thing.  Building a life full of responsibilities I resented, so I too could run away from it all some day.  Perhaps a couple of selfish, lazy kids...yeh, yeh, that would be good.   Then I could buy things for them I couldn't afford, so I would be swimming in a sea of debt...say, two mortgages.  Throw in some drug abuse, a couple of grandkids, someone else's teenage son and a learning disability. Who wouldn't want to run away from that life?

And now this!  Will I be forced to find somewhere more backward and primitive than IRAN to escape?