Why should I not publish a web log of my vanishing memories? I have often read reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, nor met. I am “nobody” famous nor important — however my recollections as I journey along Route 66 shall be quite interesting to me. I must write of my memories before they are vanished forevermore down that river of no return. My one regret is that I did not record the adventures of my younger days, which were infinitely more interesting than those of today. They are now truly vanished. It is not really my fault, as there was no blogging software in those long ago days of yore.
I know who I am. No one else knows who I am. If I were a nobody, and someone said that I was a barney, I’d think, “no, actually I’m a nobody.“