Heck of a title, now what do I do with it? When I think of all of the long hours I have put in at my typewriter since I set out to be a writer in 1960 I’m sort of astounded. I didn’t set out for fame and fortune. I wrote because these ideas were burning inside me and the only way I could let them out was by tapping on the keys of that old Underwood upright I had bought just for that purpose. Now, here it is fifty years later and the ideas are still gushing out of me only now I capture them on this computer. Yesterday as I walked on the treadmill at the Sportsplex I watched the skaters on the ice in the rink below. As one skater was about to start her routine she stretched out her arms beside her, bowed her head and then stood erect. A thought popped into my head. What if I did just that in a little routine, that is, stretched the arms, bowed my head and then stood erect and I said, “I feel just like I am about to jump off the high board and I don’t know if there is water in the pool down below.”
At that moment I felt that I had captured a feeling that we all face when we try something new. I stopped the treadmill and borrowed a pen and paper and captured that idea. And now, just maybe a thousand people or so will read it and it is just graphic enough that some will remember it. So there is your food for thought.