I tapped my fingers rhythmically as I waited my turn to speak at Dr. Ray Heitzman""s annual writers" conference at Villanova University. The speaker behind the podium captivated me when talking about the legacy of his writing. To paraphrase him, he noted that when he was gone, he did not want children, grandchildren, loved ones, friends and others interested in him or his body of work, to waste time and energy trying to find him in a stone-filled memorial park. If they wanted to find him, he suggested that they rummage his writings, both published and unpublished. Those words provoked me to write this book filled with my poetry. So many of my ideas had been securely folded up and stored away in the caverns of my mind or in dust-filled garages, trapped in sealed and taped boxes. The time had come to unwrap this patch quilt of rich and warm experiences, and deliver them to sunlight to be shared with others. They are now nestled within the bindings of this book. Anytime any of my...