A wise man once said ‘Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives. ‘ Hard to argue with that logic, but I hasten to add that over time the glass becomes brittle and cracks. Grains of sand fall to the ground and accumulate. If we stop, turn and look back, we see our footprints in the sand, disappearing towards some already forgotten horizon. If we dig down into the sand, we unearth the skullduggery, flibbertigibbets and doozies that made our lives bearable. With doozies in hand, I dust off my flibbertigibbets and present my past to you, humble reader. In other words, I’ve found a bunch of old essays and stories on my hard drive and I’m uploading them. Enjoy!