I was wondering why I seem to be in a slump lately of story ideas. I went back and counted the stories that are posted and found that this is the 180^th story! Although more stories will be forthcoming, I realized that as a finite being, only so much can happen in a lifetime! Although I have a seemingly infinite supply of creativity, all stories both past and future are based on real life events. I shall not embellish any for the sake of quantity as opposed to real life quality. Ergo, the stories may not come as rapidly as they did in the past, but they will keep coming as my memory is piqued by various stimuli. People continue to marvel at my patience (at least most of the time). The bible says that Tribulation works patience, and I guess with all the tribulation that we all go through in life; I have gained some measure of patience. Lately, however, I have been a little “snippy”, way more than usual. I attribute it either to the weather with all this rain and mud, and/or post medication withdrawal. I’m sure whatever the reason that it will pass in a short time. Alas, it wasn’t always that way as I was growing up, however. It didn’t take much to “set me off” and whatever I had in my hand or within easy reach usually got turned into a flying projectile aimed at the perpetrator.  All during our youth, Tim was usually the target of my various flying projectiles. Sue ran a very close 2^nd.  One night about 2 or 3 days before we had to get out senior pictures taken, I was at the top of the stairs on a Friday night ready to go out on the own and goof around. At the bottom of the stairs I saw Tim wearing my white-fit-like-they-were-painted-on Levis that I was planning on wearing that evening. When I was angry at Tim, I usually called him “Tillinghast”. I said to him, “Alright Tillinghast, take of my Levis”! He of course ignored the order and said some profane thing to me. As I recall, what he said for me to do was and is physically and anatomically impossible.  Both his refusal to take off my white-fit-like-they-were-painted-on Levis, and his suggestion to my demands was a big catalyst and lit the fuse to my infamous temper! I happened to have a wire coat hanger in my left hand. Right after his obvious refusal to my demand, I throw it at him as hard as I could! It whistled through the air like a supersonic vertical boomerang on its split second trip down the stairs. It hit him right on the upper lip and it started to bleed profusely. At least I assumed it did, since I didn’t stay around to reap the consequences of my outburst of temper. I was too busy running at full speed fueled by the afterburners of a sudden surge of adrenalin!  A few days later when we went to Norwalk for our senior pictures, he had a fat lip! Yet another empirical reminder of the quick temper I used to demonstrate!