This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Monday, December 16, 2013


Checked out my sales numbers on Amazon and am slowly drifting towards the million mark.  Not a million sold, but a million other books are ahead of me.  In fact, in paperback, I'm already over 2M which means there are 2M other books people would rather buy than my book.

I think if I were to do it again, I would title the book "MY DAD KNEW BILL O'REILLY".  He didn't, but he read his autobiography, and there was about a year whenever Bill was on TV my dad would go on and on about how he grew up with Bill and could remember more about Bill's life than he could about mine.

Plus, you put O'Reilly's name on a book, and 1/2 a million sell in two months.

But what I found really strange was you can now buy a copy of my book, used, for $999.11.


First of all, someone bought my book and already are dumping it, which is insulting.  You should hold onto it for years so you can find out if I was right or wrong on all my prognosticating on the future.  But $999 bucks?

Look, if anyone wants to pay that kind of money for my book, I'm all for it, but buy it from me.  In fact, I will sell you a personally autographed copy of the book for $399.00 plus I won't charge you four bucks for shipping like the reseller is charging for my book.

$999.11?  I don't know what intrigues me more, why 999 or why the 11 cents.  And so it goes.