One Life, Mine

The third reader of my long-gone school days said somethinglike, Life is a river, from its small and unimportant beginning it flowssteadily onward. It may hesitate, but never stop until early or late its endis reached. By anyones calculations, the river of my life has been a long and, onthe whole, a very placid one. No treacherous rapids or impassable falls haveever disturbed its steady flow. I have filled many pages with recollections of what to some may seem avery humdrum and uneventful life. Arent most lives just that except to theindividuals who have lived them?This self-appointed task has been a very pleasant one. I trust thatsomeone sometime in the future will find pleasure and perhaps a bit ofknowledge hidden in these pages. It is said that three score years and ten is ones allotment for life;beyond that, one lives on borrowed time. It has never been clear to me justwhere and from whom this time is borrowed. I must say, the last decade anda half that I have borrowed from somewhere have been most satisfactory. Imost sincerely hope that my credit will hold good awhile longer