
              WORLD'S OLDEST LIVING BOY AT HIS EASE, 1956
              
                Be very careful what you're instilling in your kids.
                One day they might tell their stories to the world.
                
                
                 INTRODUCTION
INTRODUCTION  
               Words, language, storytelling... I   learned from an early age that these things were  powerful-- magical and   important. Trying to express myself clearly is a never-ending quest.   Leavening observations with humor is almost a compulsion. Here is a   collection of   rants, eulogies, gripes, fantasies, reminiscences,   musings and assorted gushing and whining about a variety of things. Some   of them aren't necessarily  politically correct or  G-rated.
                  
                Most of them  tend to reflect my rather cynical take   on things. If you find yourself easily miffed, or lack an off-kilter   sense of humor, you are cautioned that it might be better for you to   look elsewhere for sustenance. Try Reader's Digest, or the backs of   cereal boxes. 
  
                Some of these pieces speak to the experience of --and   changes wrought by-- quitting smoking. Many  were written specifically   for the "alt.support.stop-smoking" USENET newsgroup. They were   undertaken as therapy as I dealt with the weird changes that the process   of shedding an addiction wrought. It's impossible to adequately express   the gratitude I feel for the people I met there, whose support and   kindness helped me through those early days. These writings were done   partially as my gift to them. It's the least I could do-- a quantity I   specialize in... 
              Other pieces here are about  family, friends, travels, jobs--  different situations I've encountered. Only one of these was done for hire, yet it-- like the rest of them-- is   (necessarily) quite subjective. I hope that you'll find something   amusing among them.
               Jef. Hyde (August, 2021)
              
                
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                  | Learning  to write. Oh, oh..!  | Pop teaching me to read; Germany, 1955  | 
              
              
                
                